And yet another miracle
Today was the big day. DOT physical time. Three months of stress all coming down on this big day.
I passed! Got a one year certification. I never thought I’d be so happy to get a one year cert. I never thought I’d be so happy to keep my job.
It’s crazy. I feel like it will take some time to sink in that it’s over for now, and that I’ve got a whole year to make it all as perfect as it can be.
It was no biggie that I didn’t have an A1C. And they didn’t even test my BG. They did, of course, see that there was no sugar in my urine sample, so I guess that must have sufficed. The only problem was with my blood pressure.
The nurse, when she took my BP, shook her head at me. She said something like, “It’s too high.”
I said, “How high?”
She said, “141 over 69.”
I said, “But that’s good enough for a one year cert, right?”
She said, “Not anymore. They’ve raised the standards.”
I said, “Huh? But … but … what about three months? I could still get three months, right?”
She said, “Maybe,” but looked like she actually meant no. “Maybe three or six months.”
I said, “You mean, that could be it? No certification? I’m out of a job?”
So I didn’t say anything else, for two reasons. One, I was in shock. And two, I was like, six months? I didn’t even know there was a six month cert.
I reeled through the rest of the nonsense, then while waiting on the doctor to come in to do his part, I just sat on that stupid table, completely overwhelmed. All this worrying over the diabetes, and it’s going to be my blood pressure that does me in? I wanted to lay down on that table and cry.
The doctor finally came in and started doing his thing. Some questions, breathe in, breathe out, whacking the knee with the reflex hammer thing, poke, poke. I said as little as possible, thinking to myself that I would wait until the end of the exam to begin begging for a reprieve. I wished he weren’t such a reserved fellow.
At long last, the doctor told me that he was sorry, but the top number of the blood pressure has to be below 140, and mine was 141. As a result, he could only give me a one year certification. I burst into stupid, ridiculous tears right there on the spot.
He was, as you might expect, a bit taken aback by this crazy display, but he relaxed somewhat when I explained that I thought he was going to deny me a card.
I tried to lighten things up by saying, “I bet it’s not every day that you have big old truckers in your exam rooms bursting into tears.” Yeah, well, he wasn’t up for that. Whatever. I had my card. And I was out of there.
Only later, when I was calmer, did I wish that I had taken a moment on my way out to give that nurse the evil eye. New standards. Six month certification. All bunk. Maybe she likes messing with people. Or maybe she’s just an idiot. Who knows. It still would have been worthy of an evil eye.
And so ends the story of my miracle. I’m going to sleep better tonight, thanks to these two latest miracles, than I have in months. Ahhh. I can’t wait.