Hmm, I'm not sure if I've talked about these two things on SG (I get mixed up), so forgive me if I repeat myself at all.
1. A year ago I started experiencing some pain in my entire lower body-my lower back, ass, balls, legs, feet-everywhere but my dick and toes. The pain got bad enough that I ventured out into the health care system; in the end (after two misdiagnoses) I found out I have a slipped disk in my lower back. The competent doctor gave me cortizone pills and advised me to do physical therapy. I took the pills but didn't have the time or energy for therapy but within weeks I was 100%. Over the next couple of months the pain crept back, though, and returned to its worst. Some months after the original regimen I tried the cortizone again but it didn't do a goddamn thing. The level of pain has always been up and down, but right now, and the last couple days, it's been a 10, and I wanna punch a fucking baby to death (figuratively.)
2. I lived with my grandma in Chicago for many years. The last couple of years she developed dementia. It was stressful to live with, though I'm not a thankless fuck-I didn't pay rent. And my mom sent me money now and then, since I was saving her the cost of putting her mother in a retirement home. But it got to the point that I was picking up my grandma's shit off the floor and whatnot, and she was so disoriented it was impossible to talk to her. In summer 07, my mom finally put grandma in a Home, which was a rough day-I didn't mind moving furniture; it was my grandma's fear and sadness of leaving the house she lived in for almost 50 years. In the beginning I visited her like clockwork, once a week. Being 45 minutes out with a girlfriend that had both severe psychological ailments made going for a weekly visit too much though. The last couple winters I saw her most frequently. My mom is a snowbird, living in Scottsdale, AZ in the winters, so I had to shop for my grandma. She got fed plenty at the home but needed things like toilet paper, Depends, soap, etc.
A year ago we moved my grandma a few floors up into assisted living, as her dementia had worsened. I continued to visit her now and then. The last time was on her birthday in October, and she was just batshit crazy. My mom saw her around Christmas and the home was kicking my grandma out of her room because she was bullying her roommate Martha. Hearing some of the stories was surreal; my grandma was one of the kindest people in the world. The last straw was when she "kicked out" Martha, and they found the latter sleeping on the floor outside their little apartment.
Talked to my mom today and grandma is going to move into a nursing home Saturday. Her mind is all but non-existent; she can't stand up, keeps falling down, and is now in a wheelchair, which she also falls out of. She won't eat and is emaciated. She went into the hospital yesterday and they're going to scan her brain, and think her kidneys are fucked up.
Goddammit. I don't know if I've mentioned it here or not, but I think it's fucked up that medical science has such a hard-on about their technology to keep people physically present with meds and machines that they seemed to have forgotten correlating advancing in treating mental deterioration. I'm not trying to make the personal political...it just IS political.
Balls.
1. A year ago I started experiencing some pain in my entire lower body-my lower back, ass, balls, legs, feet-everywhere but my dick and toes. The pain got bad enough that I ventured out into the health care system; in the end (after two misdiagnoses) I found out I have a slipped disk in my lower back. The competent doctor gave me cortizone pills and advised me to do physical therapy. I took the pills but didn't have the time or energy for therapy but within weeks I was 100%. Over the next couple of months the pain crept back, though, and returned to its worst. Some months after the original regimen I tried the cortizone again but it didn't do a goddamn thing. The level of pain has always been up and down, but right now, and the last couple days, it's been a 10, and I wanna punch a fucking baby to death (figuratively.)
2. I lived with my grandma in Chicago for many years. The last couple of years she developed dementia. It was stressful to live with, though I'm not a thankless fuck-I didn't pay rent. And my mom sent me money now and then, since I was saving her the cost of putting her mother in a retirement home. But it got to the point that I was picking up my grandma's shit off the floor and whatnot, and she was so disoriented it was impossible to talk to her. In summer 07, my mom finally put grandma in a Home, which was a rough day-I didn't mind moving furniture; it was my grandma's fear and sadness of leaving the house she lived in for almost 50 years. In the beginning I visited her like clockwork, once a week. Being 45 minutes out with a girlfriend that had both severe psychological ailments made going for a weekly visit too much though. The last couple winters I saw her most frequently. My mom is a snowbird, living in Scottsdale, AZ in the winters, so I had to shop for my grandma. She got fed plenty at the home but needed things like toilet paper, Depends, soap, etc.
A year ago we moved my grandma a few floors up into assisted living, as her dementia had worsened. I continued to visit her now and then. The last time was on her birthday in October, and she was just batshit crazy. My mom saw her around Christmas and the home was kicking my grandma out of her room because she was bullying her roommate Martha. Hearing some of the stories was surreal; my grandma was one of the kindest people in the world. The last straw was when she "kicked out" Martha, and they found the latter sleeping on the floor outside their little apartment.
Talked to my mom today and grandma is going to move into a nursing home Saturday. Her mind is all but non-existent; she can't stand up, keeps falling down, and is now in a wheelchair, which she also falls out of. She won't eat and is emaciated. She went into the hospital yesterday and they're going to scan her brain, and think her kidneys are fucked up.
Goddammit. I don't know if I've mentioned it here or not, but I think it's fucked up that medical science has such a hard-on about their technology to keep people physically present with meds and machines that they seemed to have forgotten correlating advancing in treating mental deterioration. I'm not trying to make the personal political...it just IS political.
Balls.
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