Get this. I hurt my ankle, got it checked out by a Sports Medicine Doctor my team mate recommended. I’ll be adopting her (my team mate) as my physio/massage therapist until my ankle heals. My team mate — my name twin, will be working on me. Isn’t that neat? I’d show you a picture of her and I. But we were both a nasty sweaty mess after a game and I really hate wearing my hair up. So you don’t get to see.
I needed a new family doctor. There’s one on our team. She was accepting one thousand new patients. Meaning, the Boyf and I now have a family doctor. Which is cool, but a little uncomfortable now. However, she is very professional/quiet/motherly-like on the field. But I have to tell her my HISTORY. That’s kinda weird. Especially if she has to see me naked. Right?
I want to go visit my new family doctor. Soon. Doctor Beth is her nickname on the field. I need to visit her and ask her if I’m healthy. I had my B12 & Iron levels checked in 2006 and they were dangerously low (don’t really know the numbers off hand). I’d like to check to see if I need to still keep taking the Iron and B12 supplements or not. I haven’t been taking them religiously though. Maybe a couple every few months. Bad!
Another question? I want to ask her why I hit my max heart rate (199bpm) by walking/light jogging on an incline on the treadmill. I can still talk, I can still walk. I’m not sweating like a pig. Just hitting the heart rate so high and so easily. Maybe it was because I knew I was getting a fitness assessment done and I was self-conscious about the numbers? I’m not sure. But I’d like to know if I’m going to drop dead or anything sketchy like that.