Well, at least we are out of the physical therapy house of torture now and things are going well. There is walking, with a walker, the ability to get up and down from chairs, using the bathroom unassisted, and generally making a lot of good progress. Considering it was just 2 weeks ago when the battle with gravity was lost, patient zero is doing quite well. There are plenty more doctor visits and at least a month physical therapy as an outpatient but everything looks good.
I on the other hand have been running on empty. I don’t mind doing all which is necessary. Laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, it’s all the stuff I do on my own anyways, well, except for cleaning, but I really don’t mind. Yet it would be way more better if I wasn’t fighting this allergy/cough/cold/flu/pneumonia/cancer since I have been here. I have no energy, cough all the time, and haven’t had a decent nights sleep in months. I hate taking anything in the way of drugs but I have to do something to at least function during the day.
Speaking of which, and the subject of this post, after we got back home I was tasked with journeying to the local drug emporium to pick up the necessary prescriptions as ordered by all the doctors, nurses, and whoever else was involved. Said prescriptions were 10 pages long. All kinds of wonder drugs to alleviate or treat whatever somebody happened to find in all the tests and treatments of the last 2 weeks.
When I walked out of the said drug emporium I had a grocery bag full of pills. Had I been stopped by the cops on the way back to the apartment I would be on the front page of the local newspaper today. What made matters worse was it turned out many of said prescriptions were already on hand in the medicine cabinet at the apartment. And as it turns out, one cannot return prescriptions once they leave the drug emporium. So we have a nice supply of prescriptions for what ails one on hand, needed or not.
I was debating what to do with all the extra drugs. I thought about putting them in the candy dishes down in the lobby or putting up a price list on the apartment door. Might as well make a buck or two. But, serving felony convictions for drug dealing is not the way I care to spend retirement so we are just stuck with a bunch of pills.
The schedule for taking all these drugs is ridiculous too. All hours of the day and night this or the other has to be taken. I suggested just throwing all the pills in a blender with a banana and some milk, churn it up, and then serve a shot a few times a day.
But it’s the sheer amount of drugs prescribed which disgusts me. There is no way on Darwin’s green earth anyone, no matter how much edgeamacation they have in the healing arts can convince me taking all those pills is good for you. Sooner or later one or two of those damn drugs is going to cause more harm than good. It’s just too much medication.
It is definitely a racket and somebody is getting rich off of it. The insurance covered most of the bill but I estimated there was well over $500 or more in the bag I brought back.
The hypocrisy of all this is how the government and law enforcement screams about the drug epidemic in this country, yet I see nothing but drug addicts waddling in and out of the drug emporium getting legal prescriptions for whatever they have been told they have. It’s all bullshit.
However, it’s what the doctors order and as I have mentioned before, in this land, the medical industry is religion. It’s quite sad and depressing, but, at least they have drugs to treat sad and depression.