In Canada we have universal health care. Which is fantastic. I see the doctor for any ailment or see a specialist and it doesn’t come out of my pocket. Sure, the wait times are long and can be frustrating. But hey, I like free. It’s the drugs that cost us a small fortune.
I’m lucky that my wife and I both have jobs with a decent benefits plan. Most of the medications we require are covered- many at 100% of the cost. Everything from inhalers to the occasional pharmaceutical for illnesses. I like feeling normal, so Yay Drugs!
Getting drugs to assist our health is fairly normal I guess. There’s also alternative medicines available. Some work, some do not. Those aren’t generally covered by our benefits. Perhaps one day my doctor will prescribe “Medical Marijuana” and I’ll just have to take it, right?
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of losing control of your senses. The strangest sensations are those when you wake up in a daze. I almost enjoy having a fever and taking cold medicine just to experience it.
When I was younger, I was often sick. Mostly ear infections. A lot of ear infections. I wrote about them back in 2016. Read about me tripping out as a child: Noises In My Head. As an adult, at least I can differentiate between reality and those hallucinations.
Or can I? Man. WTF. Back to reality. I think.
I think I brought back something from Winnipeg that I didn’t overly want. A massive head cold and stomach bug. It started slowly on Sunday, but blossomed into something much less desirable by the end of Tuesday.
Taking a sick day is rare for me. But I really needed it. Sleep and medicine has been useful in trying to combat this attack on my body. Wearing comfortable pjs and eating comfort food has also been helping. (That’s probably just the lazy factor making me happy.)
I want to blame the recirculated air on the airplanes for this. But it’s probably a culmination of that plus back to school (kids are germ spreaders!) and the change in weather. My stockpile of unused tissues is diminishing as my collect of used ones increases.
Ugh. I just want to get back to feeling normal.
Is that too much to ask?
About a year and a half ago I had a bunch of tests done on my stomach and throat. Last January, The Doctor prescribed some pills for me. I have been taking them daily every morning- religiously. I never missed a day. The entire time, my stomach issues were non-existent. I was a happy man. Until last Wednesday when I ran out of the pills.
I had called up the pharmacy to get a refill because I had five of them remaining. But because it has been over a year since I first put in the original prescription- they refused to fill it. So I had to get them to contact the doctor in order for him to fax the refill request. No big deal. Except the pharmacy never contacted me to tell me that my prescription was refilled for three days. It was going to be two more days before I had a chance to come get the pills.
I was thinking to myself- maybe I don’t need these pills anymore. I have been taking them for over a year now and feel great. Perhaps it was time to stop taking them and look at correcting my eating habits a bit more. After all, it’s now been a few days and no issues. Boy was I wrong.
By the third day of no pills, my acid reflux was back- but only in a minor way. I figured I could still look at my diet and try weening off foods to find what irritates my innards. Maybe just eat a Tums or two when needed. Again- No such luck. The next day got even worse, I was unable to swallow again. I needed to get back on my meds to feel normal inside. It’s now day six since I ran out and I have just taken my first pill. I don’t think it will be super effective right away, but I’ll be back on my daily regiment and be sure to not let them run out in the future.
Funny how a little pink pill can make all the difference in my health. Thank goodness for modern science.
I woke up this morning with a sharp pain in my lower back. Only it wasn’t my muscles. So I thought, “Man, my colon is sore” as I rubbed my lower left side. Then it dawned on me that maybe it was my kidney. Could it be my liver? Definitely not my lungs- I know when those are sore. I really have no clue where this pain is coming from or why I am experiencing it.
It dawned on me that after 40 years on this planet, I really don’t know where my organs are located or what each of their purpose is. I know the basics. Brain runs the show. Heart pumps the blood. Lungs bring in oxygen for the blood. Stomach digests the food. Intestines shove the food waste out. Without each organ, I could die. Maybe. Or I would need medicine or treatments to bypass that death thing. Medical advances could keep me alive. See? All sciency and stuff. I have zero understanding about my body. I assume that I have the same organs as everyone else. That’s where my knowledge ends.
I learned long ago not to trust Dr. Google if I had some sort of ailment. My family doctor is much better. He studied medicine for years. He knows me personally. He even kind of cares about my well being and my family’s well being. I trust his medical opinion. He isn’t a multimillionaire. He isn’t “Big Pharma” either. He just wants to help people stay alive and healthy. I go to him and explain my ailments. I don’t tell him what drug I think I need or what possible disease I think I’ve contracted. I know nothing, so I trust my health in his knowledge of medicine and the human body.
Nine times out of ten? I am advised to go home. Rest, exercise, eat better, see him again if things persist. Smart advice. The other one time? Inhaler refill. He recommends a flu shot every year, so I get one. I haven’t had the flu in over five years. A common cold every so often, but not the flu. My children and I are up to date on vaccinations as well. Guess what? None of us have gotten the measles, mumps or rubella. Poliomyelitis? Not here. Why? Because I trust my doctor and his knowledge of the medical field.
I don’t have the answers or the knowledge of how the human body works. But I am smart enough to find someone who does. I like my family doctor. He’s pretty chill.
My wife is no doctor, but sometimes her advice is spot on. Today for example- I told her about my pain, she told me to try pooping because that may be the problem. Guess what? I pooped and feel better. No doctor’s appointment needed this time.