Monday, June 8, 2009
Me and the doctors
Alright, I'll have to fess up. I have an ongoing resentment towards doctors. It's my problem, not theirs.
I went to the sleep clinic. I slept hooked up to machines. It wasn't that bad. The interesting thing was that I met three guys with commercial licenses who all got tagged for the same sleep disorder thing as me. They all told me that they are now forced to sleep with a mask and all that, but they all said it was the best thing that ever happened to them.
See, I don't like to admit to the fact that I have certain chronic medical conditions. I'm an alcoholic from a long line of alcoholics. I've had a life long history of depression and related problems. I've had ear nose and throat infections since I was an infant. I have type II diabetes. I've had quite a bit of luck managing those problems, but I've also had quite a bit of help. In fact, I've done nothing about any of those problems until someone stepped in and made me pay attention to them. After I've been convinced of the severity of a problem, I will usually, grudgingly, accept help. When things turn around and I get some relief from the problem, I like to believe that I did it all myself, or that the problem wasn't all that bad.
So when that doctor looked me over, he was looking for potential problems and, as I've just admitted, I don't like to look at health problems if I think I don't have to. Given all that it's no surprise I got mad. Not that I feel justified by my resentments. I just have to live with them until I can let go of them.
I haven't heard back on the test results, but I'm willing to accept them and do what I have to. I don't think I have sleep apnea, but I've been living alone for a few years with no one to tell me about any weird snoring. What do I know? I know I don't have most of the self diagnosable symptoms of apnea, but I suppose it's time to get a second opinion.
Here's the cool news. I heard from my friend and ukuleleical inspiration, Madame Pamita, not only here at this blog, but by email, or, if you will, electronic missive. The good news is that she and fellow ukulele heroine, Tippy Canoe, will be returning to Santa Rosa this summer. I'm looking forward to showing up with some more friends in hopes of bringing together a few more post punk ukulele enthusiasts.
Madame also informs me that she will be returning to the United Kingdom this fall. She is interested in performing in Glasgow and she is looking for venues that might be open to the wonders of Euphonious Prognostication. Brother Ib, your help is needed.
Do Whatever You Please- Madame Pamita (buy)
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