I went to my first nutritional counselling appointment the other day, and my goodness. I'm not sure I've ever had anyone care so much about my bodily functions.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. I've had my share of ridiculous diagnoses and uncaring medical professionals. It's just that... I'm not used to someone listening when I complain about my health. It caught me off guard. He just looked so interested. So concerned. He made me realize that I have every right to worry, and that I shouldn't feel guilty about asking for answers.
I'm not used to this approach. Last time I tried to ask my doctor the same questions, she said, "One issue per visit."
Anyways. I left with a blood test to do (finger pricking and blood smearing etc. I haven't had the guts to do it yet), and a lengthy questionnaire to fill out. I need to document everything I eat for the next few weeks. Not only that, but I also need to keep track of:
- how much natural light I get
- my daily time spent doing a "relaxing or rejuvenating activity"
- my "quality time spent with loved ones"
- my "time spent being creative in satisfying ways" (I kid you not!)
- what condiments I use (I read that wrong the first time through)
I feel like I have a pretty good diet, but when I got down to it, I'm missing a lot of other stuff. My creative time? Hah. It's the first thing to go these days. A rejuvenating activity? Does looking up videos of bulldogs count? And quality time with loved ones.... Lately, my Better Half studies for mid-terms, and I check my e-mail. Sometimes we check our e-mail together.
It's funny, but after seeing my own answers on paper, I'm inclined to make changes so that I don't look daft when my doctor goes over the results. Yesterday I got fifteen minutes of natural light. What the fuck? How is that even possible? I'll work on it, I promise.
I even brought fruit to work so that I would have something to fill in for "afternoon snack."
I guess putting in "The Toronto Star" doesn't count?