Took dad to the eye doctor this morning. He’s been complaining that the cataract he was diagnosed with 10 years ago is starting to bother him. While in the waiting room, I filled out his Medical History Form. I knew most of the history, but had a few questions.
“Dad, didn’t your last physical say you have high cholesterol?” I leaned over close to him and asked very loudly, tying not to yell. (He is so hard of hearing)
Though the waiting room is very large, and the groups of chairs are spaced rather far apart…I believe the elderly gentleman sitting 25 feet away, heard me. He looked up at me and started laughing.
Then dad yelled, “Well tell me this; what exactly IS high cholesterol? Because they never tell me a number, and they won’t say anything but that it’s a little high? So is that a diagnosis of HIGH Cholesterol…or isn’t it?” He ended with a chuckle, the one that says ‘Ya, I’ve got their number’, always the conspiracy theorist.
“You eat a lot of beef?!” yelled the elderly gentleman from across the room. “Chicken, you need to eat chicken!” Then he laughed again. Is he also aware of the cholesterol scam?
Dad replied to the fellow conspiracy theorist, “Well no, not a lot of beef. I do eat chicken, and I love fish.”
“They did a study on Eskimos, they don’t eat beef. They eat a lot of fish though, and they all have heart problems now. The fish will give you heart problems! Too much fish is a problem…too much beef too.” The volume of his voice as loud as dads, the entire waiting room listening.
Dad yelled back, “Well…I don’t eat a lot of it. You could practically call me a vegetarian. I could go without meat completely.” (this from the man who has 2 freezers full of beef and pork roasts, steaks, ribs, rib tips, hamburger, hot dogs, etc) “You know how I like to fix chicken….”
As they continue to yell back and forth about food and cholesterol and recipes, I checked the NO box next to high cholesterol and continued to listen to them yell back and forth about their diets.
“Ya, they’ll tell you anything!” yelled the man across the room, starting to get more angry at whoever “THEY” are.
“Why does an eye doctor care about what I eat anyway?” Now the eye doctor is in on it.
When we finally were called into the exam room, alone, dad asked, “What the heck was that old guy talking about out there?”