Non sum qualis eram

Went back to the Dr. on Teusday.  Blood pressure is better.  Still high, but doing better.  Migraines are gone.  They checked my height and it turns out I’m and inch and a half shorter than I thought.  Last two relationships have been with women my same height.  First one swore she was 5′10″.  Back to back, we were the same height.  Then B.  She swore she was 5′9″ and once again back to back the same height.  Don’t ask how this keeps coming up.  Over time it just has.  B. even made fun of me for thinking I was 5′10″.  Big ha.  Inside jokes are great.  Now I find out that I’m apparently 5′7 1/2″.

I hadda look at the woman who did the measuring and just go, ” wow.  you just made me shorter… and fatter.”  The look on her face was priceless.  I think she thought I was serious for a minute.  She even showed me the clipboard was at 5′7 1/2″ on the big wall monkey thing.  (Yeah, the rest of my Dr.’s patients prolly have an average age of like 9.  We chose her ’cause she’s great with kids.  Funny how that worked out.)

Blood pressure was still a little high, but this week is toothache week.  Bad one.  Wisdom tooth on my left bottom side.  It’s much better than a migraine, though.  Migraine meant no treadmill and I felt like eating junk and lounging around a lot.  Toothache means no eating and the treadmill is one of the few things that seems to distract me from it when it acts up.  Of course, it prolly means the tooth is coming out tomorrow morning and quite possibly a root canal.

You know, the last woman I had a drink with was pretty short.  It wasn’t like a date or anything.  Months ago I was out drinking and bought someone a drink.  Hm… Mebbe I just need to date a basketball player or a model or something.  Then I’ll magically pop up to like 6′…  Science is awesome!  Makes more sense than all that calorie and metabolism malarchy! =)

Gonna be a good weekend.