More explanation for my doctor freaking out

I haven't given anyone much information about my doctors appointments. Below is the information you have been wanting. Please don't freak out and treat me like I'm about to die. If I am to spend time "with the fishes," it will be because I live by the ocean and have decided to go snorkeling. At the end of this post I will include the precautionary measures I am taking to ensure I am around to ruffle feathers for a very long time. THE BELOW IS A CLIP FROM THIS WEBSITE, and more in depth information can be obtained from said page: http://www.medicinenet.com/congestive_heart_failure/article.htm "Diseases such as hemochromatosis or amyloidosis can cause stiffening of the heart muscle and impair the ventricles' capacity to relax and fill; this is referred to as diastolic dysfunction. The most common cause of this is longstanding high blood pressure resulting in a thickened (hypertrophied) heart." I spoke with my doctor again on Friday. I have been placed on a drug called, "LISINOPRIL" I am to log three times daily, my blood pressure. I will have a visit every two weeks until my BP is well controlled. Then every few months or so to make sure it is still where it needs to be. I have known my blood pressure was too high for about a year, but didn't think that stuff mattered until I was in my 40's or something. My doctor believes it may have been elevated for a few years and is "CONCERNED" That if I don't get it under control it will lead to congestive heart failure. Which, by the way, would suck! She has refused to help me get pregnant at this point. (we'll see). She told me that she doesn't think my heart will support me and a baby right now, but there is still hope for the future if I get this under control. She also wants me to loose another 30 lbs. She says this will help my blood pressure go down but doesn't think it will solve the problem. Based on my family history, she agrees with aunt Kay; That the Tarvers are freaks of nature. :) I think its just a bad gene or something. Although, I am kind of a crack-pot. As far as prevention goes, I am off bed rest now (Ha bed rest!) and am allowed my run in the mornings again. I have become -AGAINST MY WILL, MIND YOU- a vegetarian. However, she says I can still kill any animal I like. Since I promised to stick to it, I get to be a "Lacto-Ovo vegetarian." Which means I am allowed dairy and eggs. Which is good, because vegan just sounds ridiculous! To go from chicken and steak and fish to dirt and grass... Well you get the idea. I am also allowed to be a carnivorous beast for all major holidays. I'm excited for thanks giving. I've decided to practice my archery skills and have our turkey of a neighbor for thanksgiving dinner. Unfortunately Wendy (the manager) says that the use of guns is illegal in the city. :) But that's enough for now. If you have any questions, let me know. Unless its impertinent. If its an impertinent question, it will be promptly ignored/deleted. Love ya! Ila.

The epic battle of August 28th 2009

Today I was relaxing in my bed watching 3rd rock from the sun, waiting for it to be time to get ready for my doctors apointment. And a whasp hovered near me. I noticed it and let loose a peirceing scream; the likes of which you have never heard.I ran out of the room and closed the bedroom door. I called the office and informed them that there was a whasp in my room and they needed to get kill it immediately! Tanya told me that they dont kill wasps, and that that I should kill it myself. Horrible, yes? Yes, of course it is. So I gruffly hung up and called janice in histarics about a wasp. (yes, I know a wasp! A tiny cretin about yea big!) any way I told janice of the horrifying wasp and begged for help on getting rid if it. So she laughed at me. REPEATEDLY! Yes, I know! Appauling! And after this humiliating torrent of laughter, she told me to arm myself with a whacking device such as newspaper or a flip flop and a can of hairspray. Well the plan was good in theory. The hairspray was supposed to wiegh down the bug rendering it flightless. But my hairspray wouldnt do it. It sprayed a fine mist that didnt even bother the bug. It didnt even get mad! So I abandoned janice's plan and ran straight for the bleach tilex. (evil grin) after spraying it a few times I tried to smack it with the flip flop. Well it hit the ground and tried to fly at me. So I grabbed the tool of a real warior, a five pound wratchet from the closet and begain wailing on it. Needless to say, it now sleeps with the fishes. Actually I immagine it sleeps with the toilet paper and human waste as I flushed it down the toilet. And so endsthe tale of the great battle of august 28th 2009. True story by: Ila Taylor.

My Father's Daughter

I just spent the night crying through the work and the glory movies and
thinking of my daddy because of it. I was thinking of the faith of the
early saints and being sad because of the faithlessness of some of them.
This of course made me think of the sometimes more than hour lectures my
father gave us. At the time I resented them because of what ever I
wanted to do at the time. Im not sure why I didn't realize it at the
time, but he wasn't lecturing me. He was teaching me, like lehi did for
his children as did many great men of god. Perhaps I resented it because
of bull-headedness and my desire to as my dad would say, "kick against
the pricks."
Its funny really; this whole train of thought was established by me
remembering how my father would get weepy in sacrament meetings or at
the temple dedication, or when I tell him I love him, or when my mom
smiled at him from afar. Or at the end of "the notebook." And now my
thoughts skip to a Sunday school lesson my mom was teaching outside. My
dad came out side and was hiding behind a wall and was throwing pebbles
her way to get her attention. That was the first time I remember seeing
my dad flirt with my mom. Its one of my favorite memories. Another was
is at Jacey's funeral. Jacey was gone but I saw the love my father had
for my sister when he hugged her.
Regardless of the choices you make in your life, whether you are male
or female, or old or young, at some point you must realize how much like
your father you are.(even if it means crying at the end of EVERY MOVIE)
And if you are really lucky, he'll be one like mine. I love you daddy.
~Ila :)

Air circulator

We decided to cut way back on our ac. We got the July bill and realized
it was a bad idea for me to try and cool the living room from the wall
units in the bedroom. :) so we went to target got a small fan and hung
it above the bed so it blow down on me. It works very well. One more hot
month. 2 out of the whole year isn't bad. Verses the 2 cold months of
the year in 29 palms. But apparently it doesn't get very cold here. :(
like 60 is a low as it gets apparently. STUPID OCEAN! Lol.
~Ila :)