Aug. 28, 2019


Life has side-effects, but no side-effects can be as drastic-- or as deadly-- as the ones experienced when taking drugs.

From childhood, I was considered “sickly”.  I had severe sore throats and major ear-aches that had to be lanced at least twice each winter. I was allergic to many foods and medicines…and experienced extreme hives that swelled my body so badly, I looked like a monster. When my eyes began to swell, it was time to take a drug to keep my airway from swelling shut. Hives were serious and scary but the prescription drug was also scary because it put me in a deep sleep for almost one day.

When I was a freshman in college, I was very sick and had no choice but visit the campus infirmary.  After running a quick test, the Doctor diagnosed me with pneumonia, assigned me a bed, and began a series of Penicillin shots. Later that evening when the Doctor left, he told the nurse on duty to call him at home if my conditioned worsened.  

Several hours later, when I began to experience breathing problems, the nurse assumed all responsibility by calling the ambulance first and the doctor…second. She saved my life. Tests proved I was deathly-allergic to Penicillin. My throat had swelled nearly- shut and was cutting-off my ability to breathe.  I was near death.

I have had and still have some unusual and frightening physical disorders but I’ve learned to live with them. I know my body better than anyone.  You will argue that today’s medical professionals have the most modern solutions and remedies for every one of our illnesses; that I should stop trying to be a martyr, a naturalist, or a self-confessed “Healer” but…I continue to be troubled by what I see and hear.  My research has shown that most of today’s older generation is over-medicated.

Doctors are quick to order tests, x-rays, scans…then the prescriptions begin. It’s a drug for the problem, then another drug for the pain, then another drug and another drug to counter the many side effects…..and on and on.  More than likely, your personal doctor will recommend a “specialist” who will prescribe more-specific drugs that he assures you will “work in concert” with the drugs your personal physician has already prescribed…and it’s the beginning of another endless cycle. 

These days, regardless of your medical plan, prescription plan, Medicare supplement, whatever..... Doctors, Tests, Hospitals, and Drugs are beyond-expensive!  And…Drug Costs continue to escalate because Drug Companies have the money, power, and control 

A long time ago, I found a primary-care doctor who understands me-- who knows I intend to live a simple, drug-free life, rather than be a guinea pig for drug companies. He checks my over-all health twice a year then sends me on my way.

 Its good that  I don't believe in Doctors and Drugs as a way-of-life, because, I live on a very- small income that doesn’t allow “extras” like drugs, hospitals, tests, or ongoing doctor-visits. So, I adhere to a strict, daily schedule that includes walks, hikes, exercise, writing, and a series of small, simple meals. It works for me.

Most of the older Americans I know have a daily pill schedule that begin with breakfast and continues until bedtime. Each day is built around the clock…not for fun and games…but for remembering what time to take the next handful of pills. 

I’ve noted that these “pill-addicts” are prone to bruising, shaking, incontinence, permanent hair loss, dizzy spells, confusion, vision problems, speech difficulties, and every pill-popper I know requires a series of “naps” throughout the day.

I dare ask: “Where is the quality of life when you live it like a spaced-out zombie? What fun can you have when you sleep all day and all night, then need a calendar to tell you what day or month it is? How can you enjoy living when living means diapers, oxygen tanks, and full time home-health-care”?!?!?

Worst of all…there aren’t many older Americans who can maintain the ever-rising-costs of medical visits, tests, surgeries, more and more drugs…forever. What happens to their dependency on drugs when they eventually run-out of money?!?!?

Long ago, after researching my own illnesses, disorders, syndromes, I decided to take the high road; to rise above aches/pains, symptoms, medications, and medical professionals....and live a simple life.

 Someday, I will die but—by damn—it won't  be because of drugs.

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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