Last
September I hosted a party to celebrate my 17 years in Innsbruck –
my half-life. One of the guests, Maurizio, brought me an incredible
present: A bottle of Motörhead Rosé. I promised him to drink it
together...but right now, I have an emergency, I need to write this
blog.
Yesterday,
I went to the doctor to make a general check-up. My last one was done
two years ago, right after coming back from Georgia. Back then, the
doctor told me my cholesterol was a little above the normal level and
that my body-mass index was also slightly above, but they were still on the
safe side. Back then, I was working, doing pilates daily and eating
almost a kilo of fruit every day, the only negative aspect: I had only two
friends in Tbilisi, Eka and Keti, with whom I met some times.
Currently,
my life is a little bit different as it used to be in 2012 in
Georgia: the summer here in Innsbruck is non-existing (compared to
the daily 35°C of Tbilisi). I am unemployed since months, I no longer
do pilates; only similar thing to Georgia: I haven´t been really
socially active lately, but the alcohol consumption of the last two
Saturdays clearly got my average back on track. Ah! and my fruit consumption has been stable this "summer"
But
now, to the health check-up results:
Lungs
– perfect, like those of the militant non-smoker I am
Kidneys
– I urinate like a vegan baby
Liver
– and this was surprisingly cool: perfectly normal levels!
Body-mass index: lower than 2012, hell yeah!
but
there are bad news: both good (HDL) and bad (LDL) cholesterol are higher than
normal, but still on the safe side.
The
doctor wanted to know more about causes of my cholesterol level and asked me about my sport
activities, to which I answer „I ride my bike about 60
minutes per week“ right after saying this, I realised how lazy I am, so I added „that is
actually only 10 minutes a day...doctor, forget it, I don´t do any sport“. It was like at AA, first thing is accepting you have a problem, and yes, I am lazy
She
then asked me about food, to which I responded I eat meat around two
or three times a month. She asked me „what about chocolate?“
Only
then I realised I am a 35-year unemployed who makes no sport and eats
too much chocolate...and right now I am starting to feel the effects
of the Motörhead Rosé on my head while I proof-read this blog entry
and listen to Motörhead.
Thank you Maurizio!
(and yes, I have pink blankets)
(and yes, I have pink blankets)