I can be a procrastinator. Not about work so much, but everything else is fair game. Even when it could be detrimental to my health. I have a dark crusty mole (?) on my neck that drives me batty. It has definitely changed over time, albeit very slowly. I made a dermatology appointment 3 months ago, which I have changed twice because of work meetings and the like. I finally just sucked it up and took a day of vacation so I could actually get there. I want this thing off.my.neck.
I've also been having a lot of eyestrain-type headaches. Too much screen time, I expect. And I'm wearing glasses that are like 12 years old. Yesterday, I made an eye appointment. Finally.
The only appointment I ever seem to keep up with are the pets, mental health care provider, and my PCP. Mainly because they won't continue to prescribe whatever meds Maddie or I needs unless I get my butt in there. Which is, I suppose, why they do that.
Speaking of health, I have my wellness visit for work this week. Ugg. I'm not going to "make weight", but at least I have enough credits in the no smoking, labs, and blood pressure area to get the full discount on my health insurance for the year. Which is not chump change--it amounts to $200 discount on my health insurance per paycheck. A whopping $5,200 a year (for me) and another $5,200 a year (for hubs). Over ten thousand bucks that doesn't come out of MY pocket, for taking care of my health. Well, hell, I'll take it.
And, on the same day, I go to get my Pfizer booster. My little "thank God it's not COVID" scare makes me very happy that they are available for middle-age, overweight, hypertensive women like me.