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Medication - Ooh Medication - Medication - That's What I Need (Or - A Health Update)
Sorry about the slight rewording of the "Record Breakers" themesong.

Happy Easter! How are you???

OK, OK, I know it isn't Easter yet but it is a bit too late to say “Happy New Year”.

I know it has been a long time since I last blogged on here and I am very sorry about that.  You could say that Medicines kept getting between me and my laptop.  I have been running around after them, having last minute appointments (and being told to go to the wrong building), feeling not very happy after the first time one of them was administered (the next time I had that injection it went into my tummy instead of my arm – a lot less painful), and attending my regular appointments.

So, how am I feeling???  Really???

I think I am finally used to the many and varied tablets I have to take – as in – I am now used to having to take tablets at all.  I hate taking tablets with a passion you can only dream of.  I think that stems from one time when I was in hospital as a child and I wasn't told what a tablet was – I was just told to swallow it – it tasted awful.  From that moment on the best way to find out if I feel properly poorly is see if I seek out any painkillers, etc.  Chances are I won't.

What I am having great difficulty getting used to is my fridge turning into a Storage and Distribution Depot for my Implant and my Vitamin D Injection every month.  Yes – you read that correctly – my fridge appears to have turned into an offshoot of the Chemist's.  What happens is – two weeks before I am due to have my Implant and Vitamin D Injection I have to go to the Surgery to order the prescription for them both, then collect them both from the Chemist's and store them in my fridge before I take them to the surgery to be administered.  It wouldn't be so annoying if I could administer them myself but – oh no – a Medical Professional has to do it.  (Ah – I almost forgot – the Vitamin D Injection can only be administered if the blood-test I have the week before the implant appointment shows my calcium levels are high enough.)  Don't the surgery have enough facilities for storing medication on site???  If not – may I respectfully suggest they extend their premises???  Or go back to me getting the implant and the Vitamin D injection done in a large establishment where they keep lots of medication on site - as well as storing the professionals to administer said medication???  I think you will find these places are called “Hospitals”???

Please excuse the sarcasm.  You can be thankful that I realise my blog may be read by humans under the age of 18 or the language used in the above paragraph would be unsuitable for family viewing.

Me personally???  Apart from the occasional dose of backache if I have been standing around for too long – I feel perfectly OK (Alright – I have currently got a bit of a cold but I am not at Death's door yet).  In fact, every time I see a Medical professional I end up feeling like a Fraud.  There are lots of people who are much worse off than me – I can walk, talk, eat, drink, etc, independently.

Remember, when I came out of hospital I was convinced I would be dead within a month – and the first time I saw the Oncologist she told me my spine was in imminent danger of collapsing.  Neither of those outcomes have occurred yet  Although I am a bit worried about my next Oncology appointment and my next Cardiology appointment.  (If only because those two are the two most likely culprits for giving me yet more medication – increase the dosage of the existing tablets if you have to – just try not to give me any more boxes of tablets to add to my collection please.)

The funny thing is – the best sorts of medication I am on don't come on prescription (although I am convinced at least two of them should).  In fact – they have nothing to do with Medical Professionals in a – well – professional sense (even though some of the providers are qualified Medical Professionals in their own right – just not in the two specialisms which are most likely to subject me to tests, etc.  For which I am very thankful.).

The best sorts of medication which I am on are as follows (in no particular order);

Hugs, smiles, being fed and watered, and general TLC.
Being sung at by my favourite female singer.
Reading a good book or article.
Writing and blogging.
Social Media and texting (Facebook is great for when you want to let off steam about something or ask for help without feeling totally useless.  Twitter is good for laughs as well.  Texting is my favourite way of communicating – I prefer it to talking on the telephone.)

Anyway – I think I have bored you enough about my health – at this point if we were face-to-face I would ask you how you are.  Actually – I will.  How are you?  I hope you are OK.  I sincerely mean that.

I hope you are still feeling entertained by my blog posts?  I have got some more ideas for future posts bubbling in my brain.  I just have to work out how I want to go about writing them.  Blogging is a type of medicine for me after all.

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