Went to see a doctor this morning, because I'd been feeling less than stellar these past few weeks.
Good news: since I've been complaining about weird chest pains for the last 2 years, but previous tests were clear and there's no history of trouble in my family, if something bad were to happen, it'd have happened by now. At my age, it's almost certainly due to anxiety than angina, so that's one thing I don't need to worry about.
The insane gas I have is also a sign it's anxiety, as it is an aggravating factor for tummy troubles. I'm also having blood work done to see if I might have picked up a bit of H.Pilory. The doc also prescribed something that should stop me from burping like Barney for hours on end (I'm damn sexay when that starts up, I tells ya).
Bad news: my “good” cholesterol is way low, which means that I'm basically a couch potato and I need to get more exercise. Blergh. We all know how much of an exercise nut I am. Poo, I say!