- Shower every day.
- Go outside every day.
- Eat...vegetables...
Precisely. I’m as hairy as a Neanderthal and smell like one, too, a carnivore who’s missed the news that green plants with their colorful fruit are edible. I’ve spent wads of time sequestered in my cave as well. (These fellas were intelligent people, just a bit short on piped natural gas, lacking the hot water heaters and furnaces we take for granted, and living an Ice Age northern climate to boot.) While my diet could use an American Heart Association upgrade, on a sunny note, I did go outdoors every day since released from hospital August 23. I’m headed to my first post-discharge seminar this afternoon.
I dunno. A lot happens in 53 years,. So much of it seems like a dream now, as if I’m not sure it really happened. Elements of my story are in the Welcome forum, dated Aug. 29 1208UT. (The forum computer forbids posting a link to it; by November it should lie buried.)
Then we have the lies littering my life from circa 1973 forward. Hence I haven’t been too honest here, just philosophical, except I’m likely to become a chronic pain patient with few treatment option due to indigency (uninsured & penniless), taking a macabre solace in the fact the well-insured spend tens of thousands searching for back/hip pain relief to no avail. Rush Limbaugh, a millionaire taking 90 hydrocodone a day to enable him to sit behind his mike telling listeners about heroin addicts’ badness. He’s had to go off narcotics, I heard, after his dosages maxed out and “paradoxical pain syndrome,” where Morpheus induces even more pain instead of offering relief, set in.
Back and hip issues are just too hard to diagnose. Sources of problems rarely shows up even on MRI or CAT scans, where the spinal column and pelvic girdle be enormously complex and, since no one dies of it, doctors throw up their hands and give sympathy words or say “deal with it.” And sitting at the computer doesn’t help.
I’m gonna try lifestyle changes. So, no more computer posting this week, just two one-hour sessions. Assuming I can self-control; I keep promising to change and then, like a dog who returns to its own vomit (Proverbs 26:11 in bible), continue bad ways and blame external circumstance for the results.
But thanks so much to all the members who dropped me a line yesterday. I’ll put up an item on my history soon—it’s not easy to write one.