hyperlipidemia

"Your readings are very high... I only see this in 5-10% of my patients"-Dr. L

I've finally decided to start on cholesterol-lowering medication. This comes after recent trips to the polyclinic to do blood testing and subsequent consulting with the doctors. The polyclinic GP appeared very concerned when reviewing the blood test results during my consultation. In a "second opinion", over the telephone, I could hear a hint of distress from the Gleneagles heart specialist I was referred to speak with. (that's his quote at the start of this blog entry) I've been reminded again to monitor my diet and exercise. And since I have a genetic predisposition that gets my liver producing more cholesterol than ordinary folk, I must take extraordinary measures to curb its heart-disease-inducing potential.

After discovering my condition years ago while still serving NS, I've been battling it the natural way (via diet and exercise) because I never fancied the idea of having to rely on medication so much. Guess it

This decision, I hope, will have greater effect while I'm still young enough to do something about it. I much prefer making sacrificial, beneficial life-changes now to having to seek desperate staying-alive solutions due to negligence in future. So, resolutions are 1. to eat fresh, natural foods and avoid fat and processed foods as much as possible, 2. to do cardio exercise for at least 20-30min, 3. to do the above two with determination and discipline

Sidenote: was reading an ebook about nutrition where the author warned of the dangers of the Standard American Diet / S.A.D. (burgers,fries,cola). Ironically, eating SAD used to make me happy. There's never been a better time to grow out of nostalgic childhood MacDoctrination.

threadless air mail

got this from the postman yesterday
:)

scratching

a curious thing happened today -
a certain uncertainty was broken.
when show time came, the ghosts of stages past were nowhere.

the set and audience weren't particularly large
but there was just this something different.
rehearsals drove our lines into memory so much so
that even the accompanying emotions were dangerously becoming thoughtless,
threading the fine line between spontaneity and something over-rehearsed.

nonetheless, it all seemed like a blur
from start to finish, unfolding like nature's clockwork
barely scratching the surface of memory
before it was time to take a bow
satisfied and suitably unyoked

now, how does becoming a totally different person on stage,
help one in life off-stage?
which is more real? or is the reality of either situation equally authentic?