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Hi Janey, l've had lots of hugs lately from the lovely people on here and so l would like to leave you one ..........from me to you {{{{{hugs}}}}} x
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Lol Janey, we are all doomed we all die of something ...toss up between heart at 44 or stroke at 79 ...of the two( and in fact any others) I would just be grateful of the option of the quickest :)
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Now now, I ain't been through nought, really, compared to what others get to go through. Would I rather have my sister's colorectal cancer? I don't think so!
I'm peevish and grumpy about all this though, I can tell ya.
Rose, you are doomed. Not meaning to be cruel, of course. ;)
If you've got the body shape, that's it. And you do have to watch things.
My dad was convinced he would die at 65, like his father did, of the heart problems. He made it to 73. In fact, my dad's was never diagnosed until the post mortem - he was dying of metastasized melanoma, but it was the quadruple coronary artery blockage he didn't know he had that did kill him. His younger brother had a stroke at 45, and spent the next 20 years in a nursing home, before dying two years after my dad.
I can lecture all I want, and you can tell me I'm being a hypocrite. ;) Yes, it is the belly fat that is problem #1. Reduce that, and the other problems associated with the syndrome do decline.
I'm pretty sure smoking doesn't help either ... and then of course that's also probably why I have Reynaud's disease, I've now been told. Those fun numb white-blue-purple fingers in winter ...
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Oh Janey
I do hope that you don't mind me leaving you a hug, you sound like such a very brave lady who has been through so much. (((hug)))
Thinking of you
xxx Shimms xxx
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Janey, I'm not going to whine ...I am just going to send unsolicited (((((hugs)))) .
I am not sure how you're keeping your sense of humour ( 'eyes and teeth ' are my Black-winged monster ..... the very thought of what you've had done make me physically cringe ).
I will have a whinge actually, I am an 'apple' so you ain't cheered me up telling me I might inherit from my dad (deceased at 44 I'm on borrowed time!) I was hoping I would be like my mum and nan and make it to 79 :(
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OWWW! blimey you got sharp teeth *runs of thread shouting HELLLLLLLPPPPPP* lol
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Good heavens, being drunk is the perfect time to whine!
Here you go now: ^^^bite^^^
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(((hugs))) cause I am in such a giving mood and you sound like you have had a real rough time :¬( I can't whine I am to drunk pmsl
Rachx
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Remember, I bite. Anyhow, whining is fun, so feel free to join in.
Daff and others have inquired after my eye. Such a little thing, an eye. How it can take up so much of one's life ...
Four years ago this month, I had a first cataract surgery. (Yes, you're right, *far* too young for such things.) Had gone suddenly blind in that eye over 6 weeks, most unusual. The surgery went well, except that I had not nearly enough sedative, and afterward I had several hours of complete agony in my head. Apparently, a spasm of the iris, an unusual reaction to the local anaesthetic.
So a year later, they didn't use that anaesthetic, and gave me more sedative. Unfortunately, things went horribly wrong from there. My eye was left full of debris, which caused swelling (pseudophakic cystoid macular edema, no less) on the back of my eye. This caused a mauvy blotch in the middle of my vision. Not that I could see much through the sea of gunk floating in my eye anyhow.
The steroids for the swelling caused glaucoma. I understood this had been temporary. Stopped going to the opthalmologist, being unable to drive and it being a $50 return cab ride each time, and just resigned myself to the situation. The mauvy blotch (the swelling) went away after 9 months, the gunk remained.
Went to an optometrist a year ago just to get some glasses made up for my new vision. (No longer horribly nearsighted as I'd had that adjusted when the first cataract was done, but kept the second eye more nearsighted so I could read w/o glasses in a pinch, as the idea of not being able to do that horrified me.)
She did the glaucoma test, and after picking herself up off the floor, sent me off to an ophthalmologist. The steroids had caused permanent glaucoma. He wasn't too eager to pursue the gunk problem, but said he'd refer me to a retinal surgeon if I wanted. I did. The retinal surgeon, a rude sort of person not at all interested in explaining things (I am told his partner is twice as rude), immediately scheduled me for surgery: removal of scar tissue from my retina, vitrectomy to replace the gunky crud in my eye, new lens implant because the one done two years before had been completely botched and it was all out of place (explaining the frequent irritation).
Surgery was in mid-September. Gunk gone all right, but can't see. At second post-op appointment, ask why this is. Can't see close, can't see far. Just can't see. He barks, "astigmatism!" And allows: the size of the incision in the cornea to replace the lens had to be larger than the first time, and the cornea is now distorted.
I know vaguely what astigmatism is about: in my case, draw an X with an upright cross through it, like a snowflake, and the only line I can really see is this one: \
So now the retinal surgeon is done with me and I'm back at the opthalmologist this past week. No matter how he plays with the lenses in his machine, I can't make out any but the 3rd row on the eye chart, and that not well.
Oh, and the neat part: the glaucoma drugs have contributed to another round of cystoid macular edema - the swelling on the back of the eye. I'd asked the retinal surgeon about this, because I was pretty sure I was seeing a mauvy blotch again, but he said nah. Yes, said the opthalmologist. Oh, and the reason my eye had been bloodshot and sore for two week: a stitch that needed to come out. Here, let me aim these pointy tweezers at your eyeball. Well, that took two tries and some deep breathing. He did the local anaesthetic drops, but it &%$ing hurt. I seem to be immune to drugs.
So, now I'm off the glaucoma drug that causes edema, and on the steroids that cause glaucoma. For this month.
Who knows what the new year will bring?!
Meanwhile, the blood pressure is back to good on drugs, but the new doc has decided that because my blood sugar was 7.1 I'm diabetic. Give me a break. But I do have an "official" diagnosis now of the trendy ailment of this decade: Syndrome X, metabolic syndrome. What we genetically apple-shaped people get from our daddies (in my case). High BP, low HDL cholesterol, high blood pressure, high triglycerides, high blood sugar (insulin resistance, connected with the bad brown belly fat). But then, they say 1 in 5 of us has it! - more, over 50.
Anybody else want to whine? I promise to say Awww, and Awww again. And you can tell me to stop whining and get off my bum and get rid of at least a little of that bad brown belly fat. ;)
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