Old Age

Dear Peg and Family,
Old age, what a problem it is, day by day I find it’s getting worse. Over time I have learnt too that to keep myself happy I need to avoid medical assistance whenever I can. More often than not, after a visit to the surgery, I consider myself lucky, if I don’t get a referral. You never know where these can lead to. The medical folk have this habit of keeping you under their thumb, and passing you on, and down the chain. More often than not, I stumble out of the surgery clutching some pieces of paper for more blood work, and a script for rearranged drugs.
The taking, or is it giving blood, which for me is a painful, degrading exercise. ‘Roll your sleeve up and clench your fist’. ‘Other arm please’. ‘You haven’t got very good veins, have you’? ‘Do other people in the medical world have trouble with you? when they are occupied taking blood’?
I don’t answer, I don’t wish to enter into any dialogue with this vampire who is now starting to hurt me with her constant probing. Yes, I know my veins are deep seated. I was born this way. But occasionally I do strike someone skilled in this area. I can remember back when many long years ago, there was a lady at the Blood Bank in Invercargill, she made it a pleasure to give a donation.
My problem, which I’m well aware of, is that my kidney’s performance is now marginal. If the drugs dosage is increased, to keep my well being  normal. My medical folk have to be very careful, and to correct any aberration of dosage. Even a minor alteration to my drug regime, means my heart is effected as well. And then again, if he Heart is treated, that medication immediately effects the kidneys. Some battles you can’t win. So when the doctors to treat my body, it’s necessary to treat the body in it’s entirety. I make sure, I also stick to exactly what has been prescribed.
I suffered a heart attack when in my forties. Entirely self inflicted, caused directly by the habit of smoking which I had picked up during the War. It could have been worse. and I could have taken advantage of all the cheap booze available, and became an alcoholic as well. There was not much treatment back then for heart problems, but I gave up smoking immediately, and was OK until my Sixties when I had another attack. This time there was Angioplasty available which was a technique where a small Balloon is expanded in the coronary heart artery. This expands the artery that had a partial blockage, and you are reborn. Then when I was eighty, a Angioplasty signalled that I required yet another procedure. I considered that I was now too old, but my Insurance Company had plenty of money, so the surgeon went ahead and put a ‘stent’ or two into the coronary artery. This procedure is carried out by passing a small probe through the femoral artery, up into the heart. It’s progress is tracked through to the heart by X-Rays. No pain killers are used, and you are wide awake through the whole procedure.
I rang the Medical Centre yesterday inquiring for a flu shot, which are still coming. I have been taking these since 1960. I have never suffered a flu attack. I can only assume it’s because every year since then, I have taken a flu shot. In the past my employer the Bank, provided these for free. Now the State have taken over this roll, so it’s my own fault should I go down with flu.
Love to all from Christchurch,
Wally

Old age, what a problem it is, day by day I find it’s getting worse. Over time I have learnt too that to keep myself happy I need to avoid medical assistance whenever I can. More often than not, after a visit to the surgery, I consider myself lucky, if I don’t get a referral. You never know where these can lead to. The medical folk have this habit of keeping you under their thumb, and passing you on, and down the chain. More often than not, I stumble out of the surgery clutching some pieces of paper for more blood work, and a script for rearranged drugs.

The taking, or is it giving blood, which for me is a painful, degrading exercise. ‘Roll your sleeve up and clench your fist’. ‘Other arm please’. ‘You haven’t got very good veins, have you’? ‘Do other people in the medical world have trouble with you? when they are occupied taking blood’?

I don’t answer, I don’t wish to enter into any dialogue with this vampire who is now starting to hurt me with her constant probing. Yes, I know my veins are deep seated. I was born this way. But occasionally I do strike someone skilled in this area. I can remember back when many long years ago, there was a lady at the Blood Bank in Invercargill, she made it a pleasure to give a donation.

My problem, which I’m well aware of, is that my kidney’s performance is now marginal. If the drugs dosage is increased, to keep my well being  normal. My medical folk have to be very careful, and to correct any aberration of dosage. Even a minor alteration to my drug regime, means my heart is effected as well. And then again, if he Heart is treated, that medication immediately effects the kidneys. Some battles you can’t win. So when the doctors to treat my body, it’s necessary to treat the body in it’s entirety. I make sure, I also stick to exactly what has been prescribed.

I suffered a heart attack when in my forties. Entirely self inflicted, caused directly by the habit of smoking which I had picked up during the War. It could have been worse. and I could have taken advantage of all the cheap booze available, and became an alcoholic as well. There was not much treatment back then for heart problems, but I gave up smoking immediately, and was OK until my Sixties when I had another attack. This time there was Angioplasty available which was a technique where a small Balloon is expanded in the coronary heart artery. This expands the artery that had a partial blockage, and you are reborn. Then when I was eighty, a Angioplasty signalled that I required yet another procedure. I considered that I was now too old, but my Insurance Company had plenty of money, so the surgeon went ahead and put a ‘stent’ or two into the coronary artery. This procedure is carried out by passing a small probe through the femoral artery, up into the heart. It’s progress is tracked through to the heart by X-Rays. No pain killers are used, and you are wide awake through the whole procedure.

I rang the Medical Centre yesterday inquiring for a flu shot, which are still coming. I have been taking these since 1960. I have never suffered a flu attack. I can only assume it’s because every year since then, I have taken a flu shot. In the past my employer the Bank, provided these for free. Now the State have taken over this roll, so it’s my own fault should I go down with flu.

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