Well, the meeting with the doctor was good. He took my BP and it was fine. But he said, based on my experience with the last few horrible months, that I'd likely have to be on these two drugs for the rest of my life. Yeah, that's right, the next 30 to 40 odd years. Every day, remember to take them. Every 30 days go get new ones. Every single day, without fail. Kinda depressing. No end, ever to it. In some ways I wish I had cancer instead of this. Then it's either you get fixed or you die. Period. There's an end to it. This disease just lingers on and on and on.
I just hope my daughter(s) don't get it, ever. There is a heritable aspect, sadly. I likely inherited it from some ancestor or another.
Well, thank God I live in the 21st century, and that I've got a good, stable, friendly, happy house to live in. With a supportive husband. I can't imagine how awful it'd be to be alone, with this. So much more depressing, and sad.
I'll be okay :)