“I’m so glad you could get me the blood draw and fit me in so quick. I really wanted to check on a few things.”
“I got you. So your bloodwork, for the most part—fire.”
“That’s really good. Is there …”
“But some of it is giving pre-diabetes. It’s also giving borderline statin prescription. Kidney function is trending a little mid.”
“Damn. OK. I’ve started to walk more.”
“Say less.”
“Umm …”
“…”
“I guess I’ve been eating more plant-based.”
“Oh slay.”
“Is there anything else I should do?”
“Well, it’s not giving decrepit yet. But, no cap, you need to get on some pills.”
“What kind of pills are we talking about?”
“Nothing sus or whatever.”
“You said ‘borderline statin.’ Does that mean something like Crestor and metformin for my blood sugar?”
“Whoa. Get out of my head. You ate with those.”
“Like I’ll take them with a meal?”
“Bet.”
“OK. I’ll still check with the pharmacist just in case.”
“Anything else bothering you fam?”
“I’ve been having some joint pain. From the walking, I think. Nothing too bad, though.”
“Deadass?”
“Well, more my knees and right ankle.”
“Getting old hits different, huh?”
“For real.”
“For real for real.”
“I was thinking I could probably just get a cheap brace from the store.”
“Some neoprene type shit would be lit … So it’s a wrap?”
“Maybe.”
“… We good?”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s all I had today. Glad I wasn’t … delulu … with the brace idea.”
“I’m dead.”
“Me. Too.”