My son is playing football this year for the first time.
You know, smash-mouth football.
So you have to get a physical before things get going, and since
practice starts this week (see my “Jesus it’s hot out here” tweets
from yesterday), he went to his pediatrician today.
Just get the form so he can play, right?
Uh, no. We now have a cardiology referral, and he’s borderline
hypertensive. Oh, and check his cholesterol, too.
I’m trying hard not to freak the hell out, I don’t want him to see
that. But shit.