Which sex is frailer?

Goof says he never complains about being ill. I can't say I agree with him on that. It seems like he has the same amount of complaints that I do. Headaches, definitely more mild colds, and general irritability. Men and women inherently have different disease states. Men are predisposed from birth to have heart attacks. Women born to be bitches with gynecological issues.

Two weeks ago he gave me a scare. I had come home a bit earlier than I planned from the National. It was Sunday, the oval racing was done and it was agility going on. Well, I was pretty tired and came come early. I came home to a husband that walked in the garage and felt dizzy. He had some chest pains. Stinky had been called home not more than 5 mins before I pulled up. After several doses of aspirin, and relaxation techniques, he got over his panic and we got an appt for him with his doctor. By the way he really likes his doctor. Thank goodness.

The doctor ran some tests, and blood work. His blood pressure was elevated. His cholesterol, wow. Triglycerides are not supposed to be that high. Too much fat in his lunches. So the doctor put him on a two week supply of blood pressure med. He went back a week later for a follow up, and he's got an appt for a stress test. Now here is where I wanted to thump him. He told me his follow up went well, the doctor and he believe his blood pressure is elevated because of work stress. Yea, I would be too, if I had what he's got going on there. The blood pressure med seemed to be working, so a prescription was written, and to be on the safe side, the doctor had scheduled a stress test.

Since he had another week's worth of sample meds, Goof didn't bother to give me the script until I reminded him of it this weekend. He gave me the script, the order for the stress test and a bag filled with samples of another med. I knew what it was and asked him about it.
He said, 'oh that's my blood pressure med.'
Me-'Hell no it isn't. It's a cholesterol med!'
He-'Oh, yea. I'm supposed to take that.'
Me-'Do you know what the dosage is?'
He-'No, but you know'
Me-'Do you know that some patients take this twice a day?'-Giving him the stink eye
He-giving me the stink eye smiling, 'I don't remember, I figure you would tell me'

I wanted to throw something at him. I am not a doctor, there are too many ways a person can take this type of med. Instead, I pull up the calendar on the lappy, see when his next appt is, and count how many blister packs are there. I am assuming it's one a day, based on when he last saw his doctor, the amount given, and when his next appt is not factoring in the stress test. He is so seriously going to give me a heart attack worrying about him.

So we are eating the same, he's just not eating as much, and increasing his exercise. Sweets are still one batch every other week at most, the cake is half gone. The macarons are gone, halloween candy is almost gone, there will be no sweets again until after Thanksgiving. Which bums me out, but I can deal.