Friends, I daresay that some of you have noticed that I haven’t been posting as much as I usually do, lately. That’s been for a reason. I was bedridden most of the past month and a half with a severe flu and sinus infection and somewhere in that time frame I also became anemic — once again — and had to have the obligatory blood transfusion. So now I’m back home from the hospital, with a follow up visit to the hematologist set for December 9.
There’s a good news/bad news scenario to this. The bad news was finding myself back in this situation to begin with, and I can’t tell you how that depressed me; but the good news is that I spoke with a very sharp hematologist, who assured me that we’re going to get to the bottom of why my body chooses not to absorb iron any more. In talking with this doctor, I was impressed with his knowledge of the field and got online and researched some of the things we spoke about. I have great hopes that I can put this malady behind me for good and get back to life revitalized.
Those of you who have been reading me for a while, probably remember the saga of my former primary doctor, whom I refer to as Count Quackula, who has had his license revoked, practically speaking, if not literally — meaning he can’t write prescriptions and so his ability to continue to damage his patients has been greatly reduced. This guy got me hooked on Xanax, mis-representing it to me as an appropriate medication for rapid heartbeat, if you can believe that. I had to taper off and un-hook myself and I can’t tell you what an odyssey that was. He was getting trips to Rome paid for by the pharmaceutical companies for every head that he got hooked, so he was delivering us up by the bushel basket. One woman I know was advised, due to her advanced age and complex health issues, to not even stress her body out by attempting a detox. So, she will die a Xanax addict, due to a combination of corporate greed and the lack of ethics of this particular doctor.
Here’s a link to a piece written almost one year ago when I was scheduled for my hip replacement surgery. Read it and see how Count Quackula did everything from sexually assaulting one of his young female patients to causing me to have a near death experience in the ER of a local hospital due to the Xanax. Just going down memory lane and reading this piece again, I can tell you with assurance that amazing reversals are possible in the health area if you can just get a proper diagnosis and competent care for that diagnosis. At the time I wrote this piece last year, I hadn’t walked properly in about eight years, and the last year before the surgery I was only able to hobble in great pain. That situation transformed itself totally post-surgery. Just a few months ago, in September, I was bopping around San Francisco for several days on a combination business/pleasure trip and the last thing I was thinking about was my once-arthritically destroyed hip. Point being, the body is an adaptable mechanism and once you get it fixed, it will happily take you on your journey as if nothing was ever wrong.
I thank you all for your support and your friendship over the years, and I will be back in the saddle and up to full speed in the very near future. There is so much going on, and believe me, wild horses can’t keep me from writing about the latest developments in our Washington political circus. P.T. Barnum had nothing on Donald Trump.
I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving and we’ll journey on together to wrap up 2019 and begin 2020. 2020 is going to come in with a roar and just keep going, is my prediction.