Lloyd. Having gone through the failing body thing, got lucky no stent, but pills, holy #$%* more #$%*ing pills, you get almost afraid to mention symptoms because there's a new pill, ahh good, is that the one that'll turn me into a green fuzzy orange ? What are the side effects ? DR says if that happens call me right away, after I get back from Tahiti in the meantime Dr soandso can handle it. First thought is it stacked red headed lady ? No I've just put months in training you to put up with my strange sense of humour and that fact that I don't hear so well, also when I say I don't want a certain popular drug it's because I've gone through the side effects and they are no fun, my gout kicks in and I begin to cripple up like Quasimodo, so I have to go through it again ahh piss. As far as City versus Rural goes here there is a massive upgrade going on in Ontario, so the facilities are roughly comparable but generally the rural people/Nurses are less tight assed because they have had to suffer through all the drunken farm boy's doing something stupid and most of the Prima Donna's have gone to the city, also they are used to working with a little bit less so if something is needed every one pitches in and usually they know everyone so if they are not friends at least the know the weaknesses that need covering. I find when you get to certain age they tend to feed you pain killers of varying degrees of potency possibly because you're #$%*ing about old wounds that the new medications are causing to kick up. The thing I found for me and only me is to put them on the shelf, the pain reminds you that you are alive, also some of the side effects are interesting but not functional. Of course then they ask how the pain meds are working out and you say I'm not taking them, eyebrows go up and you have to go into a long winded explanation. I consider my self really lucky that I don't have the pay for any of this, Med's or treatment, because some of med's are spectacularly expensive and they've sorted out that the blood thinner that I'm using now allows me get by without injections and I can have the occasional suds, (well maybe I shouldn't, but ). Life/Death thing it has been explained to me that I'm at 5 grand and that there is a hole in the Glycol system, I'm not going to make it home so do I say #$%* it or do I ride it in, skid across the finish line with a bottle of single malt in one hand and a Blonde in the other. I'm thinking, thinking, thinking.
Any how sport ain't Modern Medicine a treat, have fun, mortality maybe overated.
Bill the demon.