I’ve just been through a bunch of medical appointments. All were normal and routine. There is nothing physically wrong with me. I don’t need prayers (at least for that) but any chocolate you want to send will be appreciated.
My favorite doctor question is “When did this start?” How often can you pinpoint timing?
For appendicitis (had that a long time ago) it’s easy. For other things, you have no idea. You start having a sensation. It doesn’t go away. You idly mention it to a friend. They reel off a list of terminal illnesses you might have. (Note to self: Don’t tell friends about aches and pains!) Next thing you know you are in a cycle of appointments and tests.
Doctors like to replicate things. A doc will press a body part and ask if that hurts. If you say yes they will press it again. I had a dentist put an ice cube on a tooth to check for a bad root. I screamed in excruciating pain. He said “Did that hurt?” followed by “You need a root canal.” He attempted to show me again by bringing the ice cube dangerously close to my face. I threatened to neuter him (this was when I was a sweet young thing! Today I wouldn’t threaten.).
As you age you get stuff and there are no answers for it. If you’re lucky, it goes away. Sometimes it doesn’t. Many years ago my right hip ached. I couldn’t sleep on that side. I didn’t get it checked but I got a bad respiratory illness that required steroids. It fixed my hip and the soreness never returned.
By the way, the steroids also cleaned my entire house…in a day. Powerful stuff. Too bad it’s toxic on a regular basis.
Things change. Even medical advice. Several years ago my “then primary care doc” insisted I go on statins. My cholesterol was borderline. After years of fighting it, he wore me down. This year my doctor is taking me off. The statistics say that half of the people who have heart attacks have good cholesterol readings. I am looking forward to eating grapefruit which you can’t have with statins.
Also, that baby aspirin for everyone theory bit the dirt years ago. I roll my eyes when a new medication is discussed.
Maybe retirement affords you more time to explore causes of things that you ignore when you work. Maybe you listen to too many stories. Maybe sh*t happens. In any case, my medical cycle is over. I’m gonna live!
Send the chocolate!