Runnin’ Low

Living requires a lot of energy – physical energy.  I didn’t realize this when I had more than I needed.  Most of the time now, my energy needle is surprisingly past the “E” and I wonder where I will finally run out and roll to a stop. 

Is this due to the side effects of medications?  The side effects of Chemo, or radiation?  Is it due to Diabetes, or is it simply a normal part of getting older?

I’m learning to cope, to compensate, to not over-do.  I don’t mind walking away, pacing myself to finish a project tomorrow, or maybe just get back to it tomorrow (or soon). 

When my body proposes a nap, I’ve learned it’s beneficial to take one (unless I’m driving).  It’s a use it or lose it invitation.

The Big Guns medication (Singulair) prescribed by my ear-nose-throat doctor has sadly lost the shoot out with my chronic throat clearing and cough. 

When I asked him what’s next, he said we’re going to hit it hard with The Blunt Instrument!  That blunt instrument was Prednisone, a steroid that failed to obliterate.  I’m scheduled now to see him again to discuss a “Sinus Procedure.”

I survived the treadmill stress test (with nuclear imaging) for my heart doctor.  At our follow up appointment, he explained that the stress test was negative, but my nuclear imaging was positive, and that is a contradiction.

He explained how that could happen, and how he prefers to proceed as though I have some arterial blockage and the risk of a heart attack.  He doubled one of my daily medication doses and replaced another with something better. 

He also led a horse to water with diet and exercise recommendations.

My brother rebuilt the Triumph Trike he’s owned for many years.  We took it and my Chevy to a Show & Shine while I was visiting him in Brookings.

I love taking and editing car show pictures.  You can see some of my favorites here.

Life is good (and very busy!).  I am blessed, and I remain thankful to God.

Can I Get A Prescription For That Throat Cleanser?

I’m nearly six weeks into my seven-week series of daily radiation treatments.  I’ve met several fellow radiation patients as we rotate through the waiting room. 

Everyone has a story.  Some have unhappier stories than others: Unhappy – “I got cancer.”  Unhappier – “My woman dumped me when I got cancer.” 

I met a guy yesterday who’s treating for throat cancer.  His body is fighting the radiation by generating a super flem that adheres to the inside his throat.  He said mornings are the worst part of each day.  When he wakes he spends a block of time doing some serious throat clearing.  For him, it’s a matter of life and breath. 

I didn’t realize until I was driving home that if there was ever an expert who might advise me on a product or routine that would clear my throat, he might well be the one.  Certainly, he would be on the cutting edge.  He may have discovered something that works for him that might quell my daily (sometimes quite intense) throat clearing episodes. 

Our appointments are not always scheduled for the same time each day, so I was happy when I caught him there today.  I told him I’ve had (endoscopy) test after (allergy) test and prescription after prescription trying to solve or determine the cause of my constant throat clearing. 

“Have you found anything that works well for clearing your throat?”  I asked.  He answered, “Well, I really don’t like it, but what clears my throat the best is when I throw-up…  that really clears it!”

We don’t get treatments on weekends or holidays, so I got to make my annual trip to Brookings and visit my brother, Loren, over the Memorial Day weekend.  I hoped to help him organize his pictures (on three computers). 

I’ve been sorting, tagging, naming, dating, and deleting duplicates of my picture files for years, and I can’t yet say they are completely organized.  I don’t know why I thought we’d organize his pictures in one weekend, but we got a good start.

We also checked the rebuild progress on his custom three-wheel Triumph, and attended a car show.

He’s owned this trike for about 40 years

The owner of this glowing ’56 Chevy inherited it from his dad.  He proudly showed us how his dad detailed the back of the license plate so it could be read in the reflection of the bumper.

Way-Bad, front and back
We also visited a couple of Loren’s construction business job sites