Empathy Thrust Upon Me

Medicine

Of all the things I hoped to be when I was young, a wrinkled bag of aches and pains wasn’t one of them.  Some while ago, BrainRants, a mere stripling in his mid-forties, published a post about all the pains and strange body noises he was accumulating.  Bloody amateur, just wait till he moves up to the pros.

Through a confluence of good genes, a relatively physical lifestyle, and a modified Mediterranean diet, I am far healthier than many men my age.

Several years ago, a doctor at a clinic remarked to the wife, “You have a lot of things wrong with you.  Nothing that will kill you, but a lot of minor problems.”  Between prescription meds and supplements, she downs 20 to 25 pills a day.  She has a general surgeon who has removed a couple of skin growths, a urologist, a rheumatologist, a podiatrist and an osteopath.  I drive her to a cancer clinic and an airway clinic for monitoring.

Until recently, I was exempt from all that.  I had sympathy for her, but didn’t really know what she went through.  All that has changed.  It started innocently enough, about 15 years ago.  She convinced me to take an antihistamine each morning, for allergies.  Then it was a Vitamin B tablet.  I don’t know what it does.  I don’t ask. I am a husband, Yes dear, Yes dear.

Vampire

Next was Vitamin D, I took a tablet a day.  Last year’s blood test revealed that I am low on Vitamin D.  It has to do with my vampire lifestyle schedule – up all night, sleep all day.  I don’t get enough sunlight.  (It burns!  It burns!)  The doctor insists that I take two.  I take a multivitamin tablet laced with something to keep my retinas from deteriorating.

This year’s physical revealed that I have ‘Old Man’s Disease’, my prostate is swollen.  It also showed that my thyroid is running a bit slow.  Perhaps that’s a small part of my weight gain.  I am now taking medication for both of those.  Only ten pills a day, 9 of them before breakfast, and a heavy-duty pain pill a couple of hours before dawn, to help me get to sleep.  I now take four ‘little blue pills’, and not one of them made by Pfizer – although the doctor did offer me Cialis.

I’m on a call-back list for a Neurologist, from my eye problem of a couple of years ago, but my Ophthalmologist visits are down to once a year.  My long-time Optometrist recently died suddenly, but I’ve found a nice young female replacement.

The duct of a fat gland in my back stopped up and it swelled a bit.  Nothing to worry about – until it infected and grew as big as half an orange, making it difficult to sit or lie down.  It burst before I got to see a surgeon, but now I’m on his call list, because another gland is swelling.

Because of the enlarged prostate, I have an appointment to see a Urologist.  I’d sooner suffer another colonoscopy.  You’re going to push what, up where?  I’m waiting for an appointment with a Dermatology surgeon because I have a couple of suspect skin growths.  I have yet to acquire a Rheumatologist, although the most recent spike of incipient arthritis had me barely hobbling for a week.

I have had empathy for the wife and daughter (and any of the rest of you who suffer these accretions of ‘minor’ problems) thrust upon me.

The most unfair thing about life is the way it
ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot
of your time.  What do you get at the end of it?
A death. What’s that, a bonus?

I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first; get it out of the way.
Then you live in an old age home.

You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get
a gold watch when you go to work. You work forty
years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement!

You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you
get ready for high school! You go to grade school,
you become a kid, you play, you have no
responsibilities, you become a little baby, you
go back into the womb, you spend your last nine
months floating…you finish off as a gleam.

Here’s hoping that my list of pills and specialists doesn’t grow to match the wife’s, but even if it does, it beats the alternative.  (Did I mention that my ass gets sore from sitting at the computer too much?)

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13 thoughts on “Empathy Thrust Upon Me

  1. BrainRants says:

    Nothing here has improved in two years… but then again, nothing’s gotten worse, either. Win?

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  2. Sounds like you’re now taking even more pills than I am! I just have my digestion medicine, along with 4 different vitamins & minerals. Seriously, you didn’t look that old and decrepit when I saw you just a short time ago – you must be a really good actor.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and Mrs. G.O.D. and to Shimoniac and Ladyrl (even though I know you’re Canadian and it’s an American holiday, but hey, it’s all you Canadians who come over here to shop on Black Friday). I probably won’t be online tomorrow, so I’m extending my greetings today wherever I can.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      They tell me that if I take all the pills, I wont get old and decrepit(er).
      Unlike some Canadians, I’m smart enough to stay on my side of the line on Black Friday. I can’t watch the sale ads on Buffalo channels any more. Will Rochester do? 😕

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  3. It does catch up with us, doesn’t it? Getting older is not for the weak. I take plenty of vitamins and something for hypertension and keep moving and am thankful for every day. The alternative is not pleasant!

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Like the wife, there’s nothing big wrong with me. Most of the invasion of dignity is ‘just in case.’ You might have thyroid – let’s take blood. You might have arthritis – let’s take x-rays. You might get bowel cancer – drink this horrible stuff. The actual colonoscopy insert was a breeze, but I’m not looking forward to the prostate endoscopy. 😯

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  4. Sightsnbytes says:

    My dad is 78. He goes to bed before 10 and is up before 7. He cuts all his own firewood, snares rabbits, and walks several kilometers each day. He also lifts weights and regularly practices Qi-gong. He doesn’t look a day over 50. Lately he is pissed off because the doctor said that his blood pressure was a bit too low for a man his age. nice post, and remember, age isn’t everything, its all how you look at it.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      I also walk several kilometers a day. I just don’t leave the house. I probably do 20 to 30 flights of stairs a day and my lifting includes getting out the coffee-maker to make the wife a cuppa. My blood pressure is also low, which the doctor says will help me live longer, like my parents. I get 8 hours sleep, plus usually an afternoon nap, I just get it from 5 AM till 1 PM. BrainRants is up at four. For him it’s tomorrow. For me, it’s still yesterday. 😆

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