Off to the doctor’s office…
Update: all good, subject to the blood test results. I have to admit in passing that physically, I feel better than I have in years. I feel better now, in fact, than I did in my late 50s.
Off to the doctor’s office…
Update: all good, subject to the blood test results. I have to admit in passing that physically, I feel better than I have in years. I feel better now, in fact, than I did in my late 50s.
…or not, as recently revealed by A Doctor:
A Harvard and Stanford trained gastroenterologist has revealed four scary facts about diet soda — and why you may not want to drink them anymore.
I’ll spare you the need to click on the link. Diet pops (Diet Coke, -Pepsi, whatever) mess with the following:
Of course, they all taste like shit, without exception, so there’s also that. In my experience, people who claim the opposite have generally been drinking them for an extended period — i.e. their taste buds have become accustomed to that battery acid tang. I tried a couple of them, many years ago, and found that they made me thirstier than I was before drinking them.
For those who read John Sandford’s Prey novels, this will come as Bad News to ace detective Lucas Davenport, who seemingly chugs a Diet Coke with every meal. Then again, he also drinks that foul Leinenkugel beer, so his taste in drinks is questionable at best.
Via Insty (thankee, Squire), I saw this:
Avoiding couches and chairs might be a good way of keeping your back pain from getting worse, new research suggests. Finnish researchers found that when people with back pain sat even a little less each day, their pain was less likely to progress over the next six months.
Well, yes, but it depends on your definition of “sitting”, and I’m not being Clintonian, here.
A couple of years before Connie discovered she had cancer, she had back problems — I mean serious back issues, along with crippling sciatica. Basically, she had three back operations (I forget which, L1S2 or vice-versa), had one of those electrical shock thingies implanted in her butt (electrodes linked to her spinal and sciatic nerves) and of course, serious pain medication.
How had this happened? Well, basically, as it was explained to us by her back doctor, Richard Guyer of the Texas Back Institute (the man who fixed Tiger Woods’s back), it was because her job was 95% sedentary. But first, a little history lesson.
According to Guyer, the worst invention ever created by Man was the upright chair. Basically, the human body was conditioned over millennia of development into two basic positions that could be held for hours on end: standing erect and lying prone. The first was for survival purposes (hunting, herding and farming) and rest (sleep).
What the chair did, over a relatively short period of time, was to force the body into a position it wasn’t designed for, which of course placed all sorts of strain onto it, and most especially into the back. While early chairs (mostly stools and benches) did not encourage lengthy periods of being seated (upright backs and hard seats), the addition of cushions and the creation of non-physically active tasks (e.g. clerical) had the effect of making upright seating a little more comfortable but no less damaging to the spine. In fact, the added length of time while seated speeded up the damage process.
This is why so many early clerical jobs took place in a standing position, by the way, hunched over tall lecterns instead of being seated at desks — it really helped, and many people in the modern era who have gone back to working in an upright position can testify to the improvement in their physical health thereby.
But what if you can’t stand up for long periods of time? An aside:
In my case, a youth spent playing competitive sport had messed my knees up — to the point that when I went to an osteopath several years ago, he looked at my X-rays and asked whether I was in the flooring business, because they only time he’d ever seen knees in this condition was from patients who installed carpets for a living. (I made a joke about it and said that I was on my third marriage, whereupon he laughed and said, “Oh well, that explains it.”) But my knees were and are no joke — it’s the reason I qualify for “cripple” license plates, by the way, because I can walk a little distance with no rest and without pain, but thereafter I have to start popping pain pills like M&Ms. My daily pain-free distance at the moment is about 100 yards, cumulatively — about the distance walking to and from the car across a large supermarket parking lot, and a long shopping trip in the supermarket itself. After that, my knees seize up and I reach for the Tylenol. But back to the main story…
Anyway, Dr. Guyer’s solution to both my and Connie’s problem was to eschew sitting upright altogether, or at least for any serious length of time. But for her job (training system design and tech writing) and my writing, that was not possible.
The solution? Anti-gravity or, as we used to call them, Laz-Y-Boy reclining chairs.
Connie’s back, as it turned out, was too far gone, although her recliner helped some. In my case, with only a “serious” (as opposed to her “critical”) back issue, the effect was close to miraculous: my decades-long back pain disappeared within a matter of days, and I could (and still can) remain seated all day without back pain. (I do have to get up throughout the day for coffee, meals and the related nature calls, relax, so I’m not going to die of deep vein thrombosis.)
So yeah; as the Finnish boffins claim, sitting down less will help alleviate back pain and -injury. But if you have to remain seated, do so in a reclining position. It really works.
Even if the lack of exercise causes you to get other problems, like a fat gut.
You all know how to fix that problem: eat less, eat better and exercise. Or pay through the nose for Ozempic, like I have.
Waddya mean, Kim?
Go ahead and watch this video, and wait for this magic line to appear:
…and ask: why not?
Look, I’m a capitalist, and I believe in the sanctity of patents. But when the loaded cost of a product is around $5 — hell, call it $10 even — and the retail price ends up being $1,000, even my capitalist free-market mind starts turning towards government intervention.
We Americans are getting screwed, and it’s time Uncle Sam did something useful for its people, for a change.
And after all, the Danes of all people should understand the concept of government intervention in the market.
…which is to say that this latest attack of the Dreaded Lurgies, while not as severe as the previous one, is still holding me down and making life miserable — or maybe it’s the meds; whatever, I’m feeling crap.
Please forgive the paucity and poor quality of recent posts. Like Snowball, I shall Just Try Harder once normal health is restored — on Friday, by my calculations.
In the meantime… (“Quick, throw ’em a gun pic — that should do.” — Ed.)
That’s a matched pair of Uberti 1873 “Cattleman” revolvers, in the manly .45 Colt chambering.
I had a chance to chat to my GP yesterday about a couple of matters, and some interesting stuff came out.
First: I’ve reached my “goal” weight of 220lbs — my weight after boot camp in the army back in 1977 — so I asked the doc whether I should keep doing the weekly Ozempic jab. His response was that in addition to its weight-loss properties, Ozempic has been shown to lower the risk of heart disease by over 20%. While I myself have a very healthy heart, my family (especially on my mother’s side) has had a history of heart issues (bypasses, stents etc.), and indeed several have died from heart disease. So the doc suggested that I keep taking the Ozempic because as I’m almost 70, this would be a prudent prophylactic measure. (This is also true of my gout medication, which I continue to take — albeit at a half-tab strength — even though I haven’t had a gout flare-up in well over a dozen years. But as he pointed out, maybe it’s because of the daily half-tab that the flare-ups no longer occur.)
Second: I had read in the Daily Mail (can’t find the article, but it’s not important) that one should not take blood pressure meds (e.g. Valsartan) close to when you have your coffee. The reason given was that caffeine takes away the slow-release coating on the drug, and instead of the magic ingredient trickling into the system over a few hours. it all gets dumped into the body in one shot. In some people, this can be problematic. The doc confirmed this, and suggested that I take my BP med (and all my other meds) at bedtime instead, saying that studies have shown that most drugs work better anyway when taken thus. (The problem is that most people forget to take their drugs at night — but as I already have to take my glaucoma drops every night before bed, I can just add my meds to that routine, no problem.)
Corollary: One of the reasons I continue to read the awful Daily Mail is because occasionally among the celebrity dreck and panicky headlines can be found articles of real value. Among American online publications, such articles are seldom published because there’s no blood, there are no politics / celebrities and no scare headlines to be had. (I have never, for example, got any such articles out of Breitbart or any other of the U.S. news sources I peruse on a daily basis.) In this particular case, the information was extremely helpful.
So the Daily Mail doesn’t always suck.