Thursday, June 03, 2004

Yesterday was a very physical day. I had an early morning appointment at the Urologist, and I was out very early so as to take advantage of the glorious weather (there had been a big thunderstorm during the night) by walking through Central Park. Such a joyful feeling, all the trees and bushes and flowers freshly washed and vitally alive, and the birds fluttering about and calling out to each other.

The Urologist, "Mr. Geller", is quite a character. I thanked him for the way he handled "our little fiasco the other day, you came out with flying colors."

He pulled a puzzled look. "Fiasco?" he rolled his eyes, "Which one was that? I have a fiasco every day."

He is an enthusiastic, mannic kind of guy. "The really good news is that there is nothing wrong with your right kidney", he sang happily, "But, of course, we should monitor it carefully."

"The good news," he went on in the same tone, "Is that your left kidney is totally non-functional, so there is nothing we need to do about that."

"Of course," he continued, "If anything goes wrong with the right kidney, I could put a new tube in that one too...."

"Well," I piped in, "As you know, I've gone metastatic to the bone, so my next emergency may very well not come from my kidneys at all."

"Of course," I added, "Everybody has been diagnosing me as metastatic for some ten years or more now, I've seen their notes, but it never was true until now."

Mr. Geller laughed: "People are in too much of a hurry..." sez he.

"They may also be in a hurry to see me go terminal right now," I added, "And they may be in for another surprise. After all, even my surgeon is always saying to his students: 'Here she is, Nobody knows why this woman is still alive!'"

Mr. Geller laughs again: "Does he really say that?"

Yes, he does.

Mr. Geller and I have established our agreement to go minimalist and not to do anything to my body that doesn't actually have to be done.

My final pronouncement: You can't be both dead and alive, and if you are not dead, it means you are alive.

I walked home afterwards. It turned out to be a little more than I could handle, and almost there, just a few blocks away, so close I could smell it, as it were, I couldn't go any further. To my surprise, I came across one of these funny little gravel plazas between buildings, with tables and chairs under large parasols, with a small wading pool and water fountains filling the air with that lovely water sound that is so soothing in the heat. I bought a sandwich and a bottle of water and rested there for a while.

I love these New York architectural details. These little city stone and water "parks" are built for the public at street level, a little set-off from the sidewalk, as a counterpart for extra air rights, as I understand it, so that the building is allowed to add a few extra floors to its height by sacrificing a small piece of land at its base. Some of these are well-known, extremely attractive because of sculptures, or waterfalls, or trees and other plantings, so that some of them are crowded and popular in all seasons. The little park I came across yesterday was practically deserted, and it was a perfect spot for me to recover my strength.

* * * * *

There is a lot of things happening these days that would merit comment. I shall pick just the one, an interview of one of my favorite artists, David Hockney, by Newsnight.

David Hockney smokes heavily, and he inhales. He is very upset about what he calls the "health fascists", who have achieved banning all smoking in public spaces. As he puts it, these people who are taking away people's liberties are dreary, and their influence is largely based on exploiting the public's fear of death.

"Let's face it," is his message, "The opposite of the fear of death is the love of life. Don't let the dreary take over. We're all sheep, and it's time to Baah a bit more. Otherwise, some day the dreary will pronounce restaurants are too noisy, and noise is bad for our health, and a law will be passed saying we must all eat in silence, and we will be stupid enough to obey."

He is wearing a button that says "End Bossiness Soon"

I like David Hockney so much, I kept playing the interview.

Baah! Baah! Baah!

("Can you hear me, David?")

* * * * *

The business of referrals to an Orthopedist who will reveal to me the niceties of my bone scans proceeds in its glacially humorous fashion. I have two new names, the one in favored first position wouldn't give me an appointment because "he doesn't do spines".

I wonder what bone he specializes in? Maybe he only does little toes? Or maybe elbows (tennis elbows or social drinkers' elbows), or ankles?

Doesn't there exist somewhere an Orthopedist who remembers that old song: "The leg bone is connected to --- the knee bone, and the knee bone is connected to --- the thigh bone, and the thigh bone is connected to --- the hip bone, and the hip bone is connected to --- the back bone, and the back bone..." and so on and so forth.

Just bear in mind I am dealing with fully trained, experienced, mainstream medical specialists-yet, so little common sense, spread so very thin. These are the very people who are all exercised about alternative practitioners, calling them quacks and questioning their honesty, their expertise, their experience, their efficacy and their methods.

I dunno. It seems to me there is enough sickness to go around for everyone to make a good living at it.

Regulation, you say? Well, yes, regulation. It's all decided according to lobbying, however, and everybody knows how it's the squeaky wheel wot gets the grease.

Before World War I, as I understand it, in America Osteopaths could practice medicine as freely as Allopaths. Then came the Spanish 'flu at the end of the war, which killed in six months more millions worldwide than had been slaughtered during the entire World War. People died like flies, as the saying goes. It turns out, however, that whereas Allopaths lost 60% of their 'flu patients, the Osteopaths saved 60% of theirs. (I don't actually remember the exact number, it was in the range above 50%, and the balance was in favor of the Osteopaths). It was after this that the AMA got organized to obtain the deregulation of Osteopathy in America, which is considered by and large like some lunatic fringe to this day, in spite of the fact they have their own teaching hospitals and are accredited to practice, and despite their excellent record as holistic physicians. I don't suppose I would be able to track down a big toe Osteopathic specialist if my bunions depended on it!

As for the FDA, the Food and Drug Administration whose sole purpose is the protection of the public against dangerous drugs and substances, does anyone remember the story of the fully-approved Thalydomide and those thousands of babies born with birth defects and abnormalities?

Ah, well. It's back to that old saw: "Follow the money!" Who benefits?

Cui Bono, all over again.

That's it for now. I may come back later.
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