Jan Fields (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cute_n_cranky) wrote,@ 2009-03-18 14:02:00 |
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Did the Doctor Thing
I went to the doctor today and it appears I am not near death. Yes, I'm getting older and creeping elderness would be better faced by a skinny broad, but otherwise, I am good. This is not a surprise.
In terms of health, my husband and I come from vastly different family heritage. In his family, one gets some horrendous and little known illness -- and then lives for like 20 to 30 more years before dying. In mine, you are pretty much in fine health (give or take) for whatever your alloted life span, then you get something horrendous and die...pretty much immediately.
My heritage is cheaper. But it also means I am not surprised when the doctor can find nothing actually wrong with me.
Now, there is one thing both families share. A deep abiding interest in health (and specifically symptoms and meds) as a conversation. We talk about our meds. We can trot them out in a heartbeat and compare colors, sizes, and pricing. But again we diverge. Mark takes great pride in being able to take all his meds in one huge gulp. Sort of stunt swallowing. My people, on the other hand, revel in being delicate. We can only take one small pill at a time and even then it'll probably get stuck sideways and plague us throughout most of the day.
Symptoms are another point of interest -- the more bizarre and less socially acceptable as public sharing the better. Oh, so you have hemorrhoids that hang like bananas? Well, let me tell you about my nasal polyps...or colorful mucus I've coughed up. Goodie. Really, conversations with groups of elder kin can put you off your lunch for a week. Mostly Mark and I try...really...not to take part in such. But sometimes I do note that our personal dinner conversation really isn't exactly genteel.
So, I am well and glad to be well. We celebrated by buying the wild girl some junk for Easter and getting a new lamp for the living room (our present floor lamp stands at a 45 degree angle...which is interesting (especially since it doesn't actually fall over) but somewhat disquieting to see. I have to go watch Mark put the new one together.
I hope your day is healthy.
I went to the doctor today and it appears I am not near death. Yes, I'm getting older and creeping elderness would be better faced by a skinny broad, but otherwise, I am good. This is not a surprise.
In terms of health, my husband and I come from vastly different family heritage. In his family, one gets some horrendous and little known illness -- and then lives for like 20 to 30 more years before dying. In mine, you are pretty much in fine health (give or take) for whatever your alloted life span, then you get something horrendous and die...pretty much immediately.
My heritage is cheaper. But it also means I am not surprised when the doctor can find nothing actually wrong with me.
Now, there is one thing both families share. A deep abiding interest in health (and specifically symptoms and meds) as a conversation. We talk about our meds. We can trot them out in a heartbeat and compare colors, sizes, and pricing. But again we diverge. Mark takes great pride in being able to take all his meds in one huge gulp. Sort of stunt swallowing. My people, on the other hand, revel in being delicate. We can only take one small pill at a time and even then it'll probably get stuck sideways and plague us throughout most of the day.
Symptoms are another point of interest -- the more bizarre and less socially acceptable as public sharing the better. Oh, so you have hemorrhoids that hang like bananas? Well, let me tell you about my nasal polyps...or colorful mucus I've coughed up. Goodie. Really, conversations with groups of elder kin can put you off your lunch for a week. Mostly Mark and I try...really...not to take part in such. But sometimes I do note that our personal dinner conversation really isn't exactly genteel.
So, I am well and glad to be well. We celebrated by buying the wild girl some junk for Easter and getting a new lamp for the living room (our present floor lamp stands at a 45 degree angle...which is interesting (especially since it doesn't actually fall over) but somewhat disquieting to see. I have to go watch Mark put the new one together.
I hope your day is healthy.
