November 19th , 2009
Playing with Life - The Ongoing Saga
I would say my stroke is ex, but the overall saga continues. My asthma seems to have gotten chronic—or certainly chronicker. I suppose, it happened on that stroke night in the hospital. I’ve written about this---In the ER that night they gave me medication to reduce my elevated blood pressure…They ignored the fact that a side effect is that it “might” cause an asthma attack. It did – probably the worst asthma attack I ever had. It now occurs to me that this has resulted in this worsened condition. I’ve now procured a nebulizer and for the last few weeks I’m almost addicted. This makes Big Pharma happy.
As I write this I am declaring an end to this crap. My weight is now going down to 152 (this I like). But it masks my health. It makes me and Nancy think that I’m still stroked. I’m not. There is little problem with my speech…When I have an asthma episode, my speech is garbled, because I need to breathe to speak. And when I look at the consequences of this medication, it reaffirms my sense that EVERYTHING I complain about is a side effect: my eye problems, my increased dental problems, my gastro-intestinal problems. I notice that pharmaceutical companies now advertise cures to these side effects…very clever, coming from the American philosophy of health, which in no way thinks of prevention…there’s always the next cure and the next and the next….and little fleas have littler fleas ad infinitum.
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom they know nothing.
He's the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.
Health is the state about which medicine has nothing to say