Life goes on. And I am very much aware of what kind of 'chemical stew' I am putting into my body these days. Part of me says, 'Stop' and then a more rational voice says that I'm tired of being depressed and in pain; these drugs might change all of that. I have to try. But, at the same time, I have to be very much aware of what my body is telling me and be prepared for any and all side effects from these drugs.
Now, to compound the problem, I am going to make an appointment to see the urologist for my BPH symptoms. There is the distinct possibility that I will have to begin taking one more medication for that condition. How will all of these drugs interact with each other? Well, I search on-line and I read everything I can about them and the more I read, the more worried I become.
I was reminiscing last night and remembered that it was just a year ago when I went to see a doctor about my pain; self diagnosed, Piriformis Syndrome. I was certain that I had an athletic injury; after all, I was an athlete. At the time I only knew one doctor and had only seen him twice, for my annual physicals. I was taking no drugs, not even vitamins and I was quite proud of that fact. OK, I was taking caffeine, about 6 cups a day.
At that time I was in training for my 6th marathon. Now I look at myself a year later and I have been more correctly diagnosed with Spinal Stenosis (L-4, L-5 and S-1). I know 4 or 5 different doctors by name and I have visited a pain specialist, heart specialist, urologist, general surgeon and neurosurgeon. I have been to labs and to radiologists, and I'm waiting to see another neurosurgeon for a second opinion. On the plus side, I'm only taking 2 drugs for now, Wellbutrin and Neurontin, plus the occasional Vicodin whenever the Tylenol fails to stop the pain. I've seen elders my age that are taking a dozen or more. And no, I'm not training anymore.
How did all of this happen? How did I fall into the medical trap? I guess it's simply aging. It was time. That and the fact that I had abused my body for a good twenty years as a Sheetrocker. Lifting 120 pound sheets of drywall, bundles of studs and track plus all of the other equipment that came with the job. I carried 10-15 pounds of tools around my waist and climbed stairs, ladders and scaffolds. I pushed, I shoved and I lifted all day. And when we took a lunch break, we would sometimes challenge each other to see how far we could lift a 120 pound sheet of drywall by simply gripping it with two hands along the edge and pulling it up, flat footed. Once you had it off the ground, how long could you hold it with just the strength of your gripping hands? These contests were all very manly and established some sort of pecking order among us, but what fools we were. We simply never thought of the consequences or of the fact that we would all age eventually. We were all young and strong and would be that way forever.
And I really thought that my chosen sport, racewalking, was the very best thing I could do for my body. It's a very low impact, high cardio form of exercise. Sure, it looks funny and there are very few racewalkers in America, but I found a club and began training. Soon I was competing in short races and getting better at it. I was getting into the 10+ minute per mile class and I could sustain that pace for a 5K race. But I really wanted to do marathons and more; I wanted to become a Centurion, that is someone who can walk 100 miles in 24 hours. It wasn't a dream, it was within reach, after all, I was doing a marathon with a 13+ minute mile average and to become a Centurion only required a 14.4 minute per mile average. I could do it.
I think I better put that dream away for now. I really don't know whether I will ever do another marathon or not. I want to. And I remember my first marathon when I passed a guy at the 13 mile mark and was competing with an artificial leg. That meant he was faster and ahead of me for 13 miles. So maybe I can do it after I have surgery and rehabilitation. It will take time to get myself back in shape, to regain the endurance, but if a guy with one leg can do it, I should be able to do it as well.
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