Windmills Of My Mind….
My last post brings me to today’s. A friend of mine passed away this week. She was a year younger than me and as I read her obituary it got me to thinking…..
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways – Chardonnay, make that a Coors light, in one hand – chocolate, make that a Marlboro, in the other – body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO-HOO, what a ride!!”
My point being that all that you do, do with gusto. Flying by the seat of my pants is something that I have always excelled at and I think if you are good at something then that is the something you should be doing. Don’t get me wrong, I do make plans but invariably there are detours and I love taking the scenic route!
Reaching the Senior citizen stage of life is proving to be an adventure for sure. My biggest pet peeve at this stage is with the medical profession. Every time I do have occasion to see the doctor it always winds up being a very stressful encounter. I go in with the sniffles and come out with a sore spot from the injection, 3 new prescriptions and orders to have a Colonoscopy, MRI, Stress test, Mammogram, etc., etc., etc…..can’t do anything about the sore spot, get only one of the prescriptions filled and ignore the orders. I don’t look for trouble and don’t deal with it until it becomes necessary. The doctor seems to think that I want to live forever in a state of anticipation of the next possible medical calamity. I just want to live today as stress free as possible and not spend money I don’t have on tests and procedures that will just lead to more tests and procedures that may or may not indicate some problem that I may or may not be able to do anything about.
Once the medical profession get their hooks in you they never let go. I speak from experience as a breast cancer survivor. It was caught early, surgically removed and treated with radiation therapy, no chemo was necessary and I was given a 96% chance of never having it again. Yet, they won’t formally release me and insist on scaring the daylights out of me at least twice a year with more tests and procedures. After 8 years I finally just told them, ‘don’t call me….I will call you if necessary’.
Someday I might tell the long saga of my husband’s light heart attack and the experience of getting fired by his cardiologist after 12 years of taking medications that may have been good for his heart but were literally destroying his knee and hip joints making it almost impossible to walk for necessity, much less for exercise, plus some other not so pleasant side effects.
I guess if I believed that this life is all there is I might not be so ambivalent toward doctors but since this world is not my home and I am just passing though my association with medical types will continue to be only on an as needed basis.
Grace, Peace and Good Health to all….
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