Today was Bob and Dave’s annual check-up, to determine just how well they’re coping with life.
It’s always a little frightening when I go to these annual check-ups because I know that one day, I’ll be told I need to be seen more regularly—which will be a sign that Bob and Dave are beginning to lose the battle.
In fact, it’s just frightening enough that I begin to feel stressed about my appointments a week or so beforehand. Then I sit in the waiting room trying really, really hard not to feel sorry for myself; trying not to cry.
Like last year, I’m aware that I’ve been under a bit of stress lately. I’m also aware that my diet and exercise regimes haven’t been as good as I’d like them to be. And those things make me worry that Bob and Dave are being unduly worked to make up for my poor self-care. (Though recognising I’m actually really good to myself, compared to many people.)
But also like last year, I have been pleasantly pleased with today’s check-up.
Once again, my blood pressure, creatinine, and GFR numbers are all well within normal ranges. In fact—I was told that my numbers all around are presenting better than many non-PKD patients in my age range.
I was given high praise for the way I’m taking care of myself. I was also told that I had “impressively strong, firm abdominal muscles” for a woman half my age—let alone for a 40-year-old woman. (I was told that’s not surprising, given the amount of running I do.)
The two “negative” take-aways from today were 1) that I should stop worrying about having a large “PKD belly” because I am the only person that will notice, given my current size, and 2) I should start thinking about limiting my protein a bit.
The first take-away was given because my doctor felt that I was worried about my kidneys being visibly large when they’re not. The second was because she fears that as time goes by, I will need to watch my protein more—so I should start early. (She noted that I needed to make sure I was getting enough nutrients for my running though.)
I’m being referred to a nephrologist closer to home now, so may have an extra check-up this year because of that. But otherwise, I’ve been told to go away and live my life. After all, despite having PKD, I am still a healthy woman!
Thanks again, Bob and Dave, for all of your hard work! I know you struggle under the weight of all those cysts, but the way you carry on despite them makes me very happy!