Wednesday, November 03, 2004
National Health Assessment
BCBS picked maybe the worst day possible to hold their annual “Health Fair”. Factor in lack of sleep, the amount of alcohol I drank last night, and the all-encompassing, soul-shriveling anxiety that I’ve been locked in since about midnight, and I’m left with a ticker that’s been thumping furiously all morning. My blood pressure was twenty points higher than usual, putting me in the “pre-hypertension” phase. I’m sure most of my co-workers will find similar results. Most of them are lower middle-class, blue collar types, many of them black, and a majority of them are openly angry and depressed today. Little work has gotten done, as most of us have spent our time sighing and complaining. Even finding out that my cholesterol (which I’ve figured for seven years or so now was probably stratospheric, considering the unceasing diet of fast food and beer I subsisted on in college) is really low doesn’t assuage me any. These are dark times indeed, and I fear for our future.
BCBS picked maybe the worst day possible to hold their annual “Health Fair”. Factor in lack of sleep, the amount of alcohol I drank last night, and the all-encompassing, soul-shriveling anxiety that I’ve been locked in since about midnight, and I’m left with a ticker that’s been thumping furiously all morning. My blood pressure was twenty points higher than usual, putting me in the “pre-hypertension” phase. I’m sure most of my co-workers will find similar results. Most of them are lower middle-class, blue collar types, many of them black, and a majority of them are openly angry and depressed today. Little work has gotten done, as most of us have spent our time sighing and complaining. Even finding out that my cholesterol (which I’ve figured for seven years or so now was probably stratospheric, considering the unceasing diet of fast food and beer I subsisted on in college) is really low doesn’t assuage me any. These are dark times indeed, and I fear for our future.
