Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Let me start out by saying I do not like Dr's never have - it's nothing personal - they just don't usually work out for me. In an emergency they are a god send but when it comes to the daily stuff they can be deadly. Maybe it's just me - maybe it's the rebellious 70's personality which is not to be told what I have to do - maybe and most likely I am just not your normal person. It started with the dentist and a routine physical in October. The end of the year was upon me and all my fellow workers and friends were pointing out because they were concerned with my well being that I have done none of the routine preventive maintenance checkups that are such a vital part of our culture. They included everything! And let me tell you women readers that I have not even made it there and I am seriously considering the safety in not doing so. Well, I started out with my dentist - hadn't been in over two years because my normal dentist packed up and left - literally over night and I just never got around to shopping for something I hate doing! The new dentist - much more modern, very friendly and extremely painful! In my first visit I learned I was a disaster - it would take all of my dental allowances for the next 3 years to put me back into the "happy smile" seat. They started with a deep cleaning, I've had them done before, always painful and always with some sort of repercussion. Sure enough two days after the cleaning, teeth which I did not know existed started to complain. A trip back to the dentist and they explained that all that unnatural digging often uncovers hidden conditions. They decided to fill a tooth and when I mentioned that it was not the tooth with which I was having an issue they recommended me to an endo because theirs was not due back until well into January. New Years eve I had a root canal! What better way to see out the old year and bring in the New? Again very nice people, extremely gentle but gentle only lasts while you are in their chair. She explained my problem went much deeper then one visit would allow so she filled my tooth with medicine and said when I came back to finish the job those bad infections would be long gone. What she did not explain is where? were they going to go? Two days later I was in even more pain but I was also down with a horrible cough - no way a dentist can keep your mouth open while you are coughing every 3 seconds - deep, throat tearing coughs. I'm not a Dr but I am sure those germs found their way from my tooth and into my lungs. Another trip to my physician to be told I had the beginnings of pneumonia. A week on drugs - lots and lots of drugs - none of which tasted good - and I was on my way to mending. By now its two weeks - no sparking - no exercising. Now let me explain about the yoga! On my initial preventive visit to my family Dr I was told I have the beginnings of arthritis in my right hip. She wanted to put me on some super duper medicine. I checked it out - the side effects can be worse then the worse trip anyone ever took in the 70's! and I did not do things like that then - never smoked, never popped pills - this body is a temple and I am not about to pollute it now. I called her to politely decline and she suggested different exercises. I have been doing the elliptical (until my preventive fiasco) faithfully 3 times a week for an hour and then I do the machines alternating between arms and legs. No pain, no gain but no loss as my weight ticker will attest to. She said that isn't enough - I need to strengthen those muscles by using more weights, running or stretching (like yoga). Well I have bad ankles, bad knees and I hate to run. Weights scare because I have had a bad back since a car accident some 15 years ago. Yoga - I did when I was young and I loved it - loved the idea of a tight limber body so Santa was asked and delivered - yoga classes for Christmas! I went just as soon as the coughing had died down enough for the class to hear the instructor! Her teaching was nothing like what I had done as a youngster and my body did not respond in the same way. I drew a line on some poses - this pretzel has been baked and seasoned over the years there are some ways that it is just not going to bend! But as I was hanging there in unnatural ways for unnaturally long periods of time I kept whispering to my right hip that this is for you - hope you appreciate it! My back was not as kind spirited. Trying to humor both I decided to skip the Y on Monday - I was really not feeling well anyway and I came home instead to do a less demanding pilates DVD which also promises to strengthen muscles. Last night was spent in agony - I could not even roll out of bed this AM - another trip to the Dr and lots more pills and orders to not lift, not work out and not sit for quite a while. Son had to drive me - I came home and gobbled up my meds and applied a heating pad. Son has a friend who is a masseuse and she decided to do some charity work. Right of the bat she informed me inflammed tissue needs ice not heat so she applied some ice before she applied her fingers. A sharp inhale and my tummy core let me know that the pilates had indeed reached them and they resented it! so now back and tummy hurt. I'm a mess - I hurt and I miss the unhealthy me that I did not know was unhealthy. Good thing that the Spark guy is not a Dr. If this site had been called Dr. Sparks people I would never have visited. Say some prayers for me ya'll and I will be back! Not giving up yet just planning a new attack. I'm off to apply more ice - take that you ungrateful core!