Entry 1763 — I’m Not Terminal
The good news is that my problem is “just” arthritis; the bad news is I felt worse leaving the hospital–in spite of the three prednisones I was given–than I did going to it–on my bike! Seems no matter how bad off I am, I can always ride my bike.
Lesson: it’s better to ride your bike than make your doctors and pharmaceuticals richer than they are. Tell them to stick their prednisones up their ass. You probably don’t need them.
Exercise, diet, sleep…all you need, my friend. And, of course, poetry
Happy cycling!
Maybe, Conrad. But I’ve been riding a bike almost every day all my life, and right now I can barely walk, so I don’t think bike-riding will cure me. Also, the x-rays I’ve had pretty convincingly indicate arthritis and pinched nerves and inflammation, which Prednisone has been shown to be effective against sometimes. So I’ll trying it. Then physical therapy which has helped me a lot in the past, or so it seems. We’ll see how it goes. I don’t think the prednisone can hurt, me–and hey, I only paid forty cents for it! Nothing for the hospital visit. Of course tax-payers paid a lot for it, which bothers me, but I’m too impoverished for me to reject it. Besides, most of the tax-payers voted to be taxed, even if they thought others would be taxed but not them.
In any case, thanks for the interest, and support! I’ll let everyone know how things turn out. Right now my pain is worse–but it’s localized in a single spot for the first time, which I take as a good sign. Gotta think positive–not because i can help me mend but because it’ll make me feel better.