A Day In The Life Of A Cat

It's Friday and I took the day off because I had to go to a doctor appointment and I knew when I was finished I wasn't going to feel like going to work.

Background: When I was having shoulder problems, I went to the doctor. While I was there, we talked about my high blood pressure. I'm on medication for it - have been since I was 16. They say I got it from my Dad. Anyway, it was really high the day I saw the doc, so she told me she wanted me to go to this high blood pressure clinic. Fine, whatever. I knew I was going to hate it, but what was I supposed to say? So today was the day.

It was a group appointment. I was in there with about 12 people and they were all 60+....except me, of course. Boy, I feel good already. One thing I notice about everyone is...we are all overweight. We sit in this circle, and honestly, I felt like I was at an AA meeting.

"Hi. My name is Aime. I'm fat and have high blood pressure."

It was not fun. They sat us there for over an hour telling us to stop smoking, stop drinking, start exercising our lazy asses, and never eat another unhealthy thing again for the rest our lives. No, they didn't exactly say that, but they may as well have. We were told to never use salt because we get all the salt we need from pre-packaged foods. So, no salt in cooking or on your food at the table. Okay, this next thing they said killed me. Do not eat pre-packaged food. Um, so we can salt our food then? *shakes head - rolls eyes* They should not have asked me to come to this meeting if they didn't want me to look at them like they are a bunch of idiots. As far as what to eat: never eat out - it's all bad for you. They gave us a book that lists all the popular places to eat, what they serve, and how bad it is for you. They even had Soup Plantation on the list. Okay, so eat at home....nothing pre-packaged. Cook from scratch....everything - this way you will know what's in your food. And remember, no salt because you get that from pre-packaged food. WHATEVER!

I wanted to say "Look people, I know I'm fat, I know I have high blood pressure. I don't eat loads of salt, don't smoke, don't drink....and it's true, I'm not out there running around the block every day, but I get exercise. And you know what? I'm buying bread! I'm not getting a damn bread machine because I'm not into trying to control every damn thing in my life right down to the bread I eat!! Sorry."

So I came home feeling like dog doo....I knew I would. I mean, how are you supposed to feel after a meeting where they tell you that you will probably have a stroke or a heart attack someday, your kidneys will fail, or you'll loose your sight because of the pressure in your veins. Oh, and you are fat and should live on carrot sticks and grapes for the rest of your life. Yeah, it was a good way to start out the day....and my weekend.

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Happy Easter.