Yeah, I’m a little late in getting this piece to those of you
who read it. I apologize.
Truth is, I haven’t much felt like writing. Perhaps if I explain, you’ll understand.
I have several health problems that I’m dealing with. Usually,
only one manifests itself at a given time. It might be the diabetic neuropathy,
which can cause your feet to burn – there are no flames but it sure feels like
there are. Often, the afflicted endures an especially exhilarating experience, when your feet feel as if there are
ulcers, or perhaps boils, on the bottom of the feet. There are no real sores ,
but it sure feels like there are. Or it might be the arthritic knee that starts
throbbing , not allowing too much use. Or perhaps the worst of all - spinal stenosis – shows up and raises hell
for a few days. Stenosis is a strangling of the spinal column, which pulls the
walls of the column into the nerves. Yes, there are real nerves there, and it
sure feels like it.
There are medicines, palliatives really, that help …
sometimes, but not particularly. Lyrica helps the feet. It really does take the
pain away … but one of the side effects – Oh, those side effects! – is that it
makes the user gain weight. I quit Lyrica for awhile and lost thirty pounds.
When the feet started to hurt again I got back on Lyrica for a couple of weeks
and gained ten pounds back! Meanwhile, Dan McManus, the realty guy, told me
about Amitriptiline, which helps. I haven’t noticed any upward movement on
bathroom scales, as yet. Wait and see.
When the knee is throbbing, there isn’t much that can be
done. Just sit still and watch whatever ballgame comes on. Same with the
stenosis. These two problems are only, sort of, fixable. The knee will keep
getting worse until replacement becomes the only option. I dread the day. Unfortunately,
the back is a different story. The last neurosurgeon I saw, Dr. CW Kung of
Elmira, said he couldn’t fix what was wrong there. Same with the Laser Spine Institute. They and
Dr. Kung both said there is too much to fix. Ouch. That hurts. The last thing
you want your doctor to say is, “I can’t help you.” My questions were all
answered months later when yet another neurosurgeon, while holding my MRI up to examine it, said, “Wow! I’ve
never seen so much arthritis in one back, that’s for sure!” This was the guy
who shot me down for getting one of those spine stimulators. He said there was
so much arthritis, there was no room for the stimulator! Tired of getting bad
news from neurosurgeons, I stopped going to doctors … except for the optician,
the dermatologist, and the cardiologist I saw last week, I’m doing well.
I know what some of you are thinking: You’re thinking, aren’t
you, that all the stuff that caused me to ail did not stop me from walking? You
see? I know what you are thinking. Let me see if I can change your mind. It is
true, is it not, that when you ail in a hurting way, you look for a comfortable
place to sit. Once found, you thoughtlessly throw the family cat from that
place and fall in to it. It feels so good to you, this comfy spot, that you
swear you’ll never move from it.
Suddenly, you remember there is a term paper due tomorrow.
You put it off all semester, but your time is up, and you have not even
researched it. Not only that, Mrs. Battles, (or as you usually call your senior
class teacher, Old Battleax)told the whole class that if the term paper was,
for some godly or ungodly reason not turned in, or if it were not of senior class
quality, that person would not receive his or her diploma.
“Oh, my God,” you say, “That woman, the Battleax, is ruining
my sick days – hell, my whole sick weekend.”
You hatch a plan. You call your best friend, a very smart
girl, and putting on your very best sick voice, you ask her to research the
Battle of Fredericksburg, a Civil War battle.
And could she do it tonight, and you yourself will write the paper
tomorrow when you’re feeling better.
And you think you won’t forgive me for turning in this late
paper? Of course you will. You been here before, haven’t you. By the way, is
your paper ready to hand in? I’d bet you are all in the library tonight. Whadya
bet?