Good morning everyone...Ruddy heck pdg...it never rains but pours for you...not nice to hear at all...but we here, are all sending you everything we have to help you with everything...I know I sure am!

You my dear have indeed heard more than most over the years. It doesn't matter. I'm a crotchety old fart and hard like most rotten odors, hard to kill.

Good morning everyone...Ruddy heck pdg...it never rains but pours for you...not nice to hear at all...but we here, are all sending you everything we have to help you with everything...I know I sure am!

That sound like a symptom of stroke. Are you a stroke victim?
I ask because I too can suffer from strokes. Mine comes from too much stress, but it is really not fun when I have an episode. For years after having my first, I didn't even know I was a stroke sufferer. Then when I got a job in the hospital in Americus GA, I had to submit to a med exam. An MRI reveal scar tissue on my brain.
"Have you ever had a stroke?" The doctor doing the examination asked.
"I don't know. Why are you asking?"
"Because you have scar tissue on your brain, and the size indicates a past massive stroke!" He said. Then he described what my episode could have been like. It brought back to memory the episode I had decades earlier. I won't go into detail, but the episode was not a mild one, and it has me being far more careful to avoid stress. It could wind up being what ends me.

No. No strokes. No heart issues. Blood pressure and cholesterol are all fine. Not over weight or diabetic. Smoke and wouldn't want to run the mile, but I live in a tower and avoid using elevators when possible. Lots of stairs. I got pretty good at them considering the damn rods they put in my back to hold my head on.

Started during Covid when people freaked out if you got too close. It's hard not to get too close in an elevator. I have replaced a lot of worn out parts over the years. I was in a lot of car and bike wrecks in the early 70's when racing was loose and med teams not as tight as they are now.

Cancer is my issue. I thought it was mostly done with 4 years ago. I had beat it twice. Different forms. I've had pains for a while and my back has been going out. That's why I starting using Ed to take me to the grocery. Never thought much about it as I creek like a screen door as it is and I'm not getting any younger. Lot's of old hardware. Then the headaches came. Hard.

I suspected it might be my past operation that I was never rehabbed from due to the damn Covid even though the area of my head has changed. I called my Doc for an appointment to find out he didn't survive Covid. My medical files were available at an insane cost per page if I wanted them from the Hospital. Nope, you can't go through them to pick and choose. Buy the archive or get a new doctor and start again. Guess what I chose? There are 2.5 million people in this city without a family doctor. I am now among them due to the death of mine.

It took pulling a few threads; I'm not influential enough to pull strings, and calling in a favour or two in order to ingratiate me with the medical system again and bounce up the list to get a doc. Still don't have my past records though. Too expensive. Turns out i've cancer in my bones now. That's going to be a problem. I've radioactive gold in my lower back now to target therapy. A bone graph from my hip to my cheek and will have to decide when to put a plate around the orbital if the current treatments don't work. Due to the work done my aches and pains are added to not lessened but I'm back in Monday for an overnighter and I've been reassured I should be feeling far better then than I am now.