"Ang galing," my cardiologist said, noting that I had gained weight.
She had always been concerned about my weight loss. I found it weird. I always thought me losing weight was a good thing, especially when I learned that my BMI was finally within what's acceptable for my height. Was it sticking to chicken breast? Likely.
But I know my diet had shifted. Not necessarily in a bad way, though. I had the freedom to cook what I want, so I was finally having the stuff I long wanted to cook but couldn't because the other person in the flat didn't like it. Maybe I overdid it. Chicken breasts became chicken thighs. I have nothing against the former, but you will easily overcook it, and it's not a good idea if you're making adobo, for example. The parts with the bones in - they're just better for braising and stewing.
The other thing that changed? Sweets. I always had a sweet tooth, but at some point in the last few months I felt I couldn't afford having iced coffee (despite all the stuff I've likely written here). Now, of course, if I had a craving, I had a little more leeway to get it.
Back to my cardiologist. "Ang galing," she said. "Naka-move on ka na. Pero bantayan mo na 'yung BP mo."
One of the sucky things with being hypertensive is that you'll just not know how much your monthly medicine bill will be. I had a pretty light load these past few months. I have my one constant - a beta blocker - and then I had my statin and my heart medication. My heart was extra stressed, apparently. You know. But the tests indicated that I was going back to normal, so I was being tapered off that. I was also off the statins, but the challenge was to get a bit more physical activity back in my days. However, hello again, to this one medicine I had before that's quite expensive. Like, eighty bucks a capsule. I had to take one a day for forty days. Imagine how much that would cost. But at least it's just for forty days, and not for three months at least.
So far, all normal. But one thing has changed in the last few days. My morning sniffles have gotten worse. Like, way worse. Like, I sneeze really loudly, and one after the other, without having a cold. Allergic rhinitis? But I wasn't like this before, and now, for at least the last five days, I'd sneeze so badly at around nine in the morning - so not the morning sniffles, perhaps, considering I now wake up at half past three - that my shirt would be so wet with spit and my cat would wake up from his nap in a panic and start meowing at me.
Does it have something to do with my heart? That's the funny thing - everything arguably has something to do with it.
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