No Pain, No Gain

Posted on 23/04/2024 by Grumpa Joe

Today, I embark on a ten-course treatment plan to recover my shoulder. Physical therapy brings back many memories from the nineteen fifties. I was fifteen years old and literally a Superman. Nothing could stop me. It was summer, and I played eighteen holes of golf by ten a.m. with my friends, then pedaled my bike five miles to Tumey’s Grocery store in Roseland during ninety-five-degree weather to my job delivering groceries. At 5:30, I pedaled back home in the heat of late afternoon to a waiting supper provided by a mom who never stopped loving me. After supper, it was out to meet the guys standing on the corner to watch the girls go by until eleven, then finally home to sleep. I never got out of bed the next morning. In fact, I had a first class ambulance ride to Contagious Disease Hospital. That is where this Superman lived for the next twelve weeks until he had another ambulance ride to Michale Reese Hospital for physical therapy. That was in a period of time when there was no vaccine for polio, and I had to tough it out with only attention and care from nurses and doctors. The disease damaged my neck, arms, and legs before it stopped to go elsewhere. The physical therapy lasted for two months full time, and another six months part time. The term “no pain, no gain” had to originate from that arm of medicine.

I look forward to this afternoon’s session, as painful as it will be. I know what can happen when a good therapist works you over repeatedly day after day until the pain eventually disappears and is replaced by an attitude of “Is that the best you can do? Bring it on.”

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How Soon We Forget

Posted on 28/02/2024 by Grumpa Joe

Winter in Northern Illinois is predictable but also variable. The temperatures have been relatively mild for the past few weeks, hovering in the thirties. Then, we experienced a sudden temperature change upward into the sixties, and this week, we enjoyed three days in the seventies. Today, we are back into the twenties to low thirties, and not liking it one bit. Suddenly the winter coats are feeling too light. Why is it that after acclimating to winter temps which then flare into the seventies that we lose our winter hardened bodies and immediately hate the cold? It never ceases to amaze me at how these rapid temperature changes make me despise cold weather, and yearn for life in a southern state.

On a different topic but on the same theme my lovely wife, whom I often call Lovely, whipped me into driving her to the drug store to pick up a prescription that her doctor ordered for her this morning during a phone call. She couldn’t nor wouldn’t understand my argument the the pills are not available yet because I hadn’t gotten a text message telling me to pick the prescription up. I’ve learned over the years that arguments of this kind are not worth the effort, and drove her to the drug store immediately. The druggist had no record or notification of a new prescription. We came home and went for a walk in the cold chilly 29 degree day with a 16-20 mph wind. It was brisk to say the least.

I recall the time not too many years ago when getting a drug from a doctor required a visit to his office and sometimes waiting for hours to get a handwritten scrip, then having to carry that scrip to a druggist and wait in line for him to accept it and tell you what day he would have it ready for you. How quickly we forgot those days! Now, we are setting a new bar for speed by calling doctors instead of making visits, who then enters the order for the drug online and directs it to the pharmacy of your choice. Lovely actually expected the pills to be waiting for her by the time we got there. It was only twenty minutes from the time she spoke to the doctor to the time we showed up at the Pharmacy. The next step will be tele-transportation of the pills from the druggist to our home.

We don’t realize it but speed is slowly creeping into every aspect of our lives and making us dependent. The one factor that we can’t always count on is the human element that remaiins in the process. Data moves at the speed of light once it is input and sent, but the human element of data entry, quality control checks, etcetera are all human controlled and we move more like the speed of snails and not like the speed of electrons. How quickly we forget what the processes of life were like as compared to what they are today.

This whole speed thing makes me wonder how men are evolving and adapting. How are our brains and bodies changing to keep up with the need for speed?

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Dump 2023, and Embrace 2024.

Posted on 30/12/2023 by Grumpa Joe

As 2023 closes out, I am beginning to experience some mild depression. There were so many things I wanted to do this year, but I completed so few. The book I swore I would finish writing is still ten chapters away from starting to edit. The car trips I wanted to take are but a dream substituted by too many trips to doctors. The art shows I intended to enter became haze in the air, with no art to show. Looking back at the months, I now realize I spent too many hours watching videos and TV shows. The soul searching has revealed that I did accomplish some things. However, they were not significant in my eyes. These few projects did cause me to expend a lot of energy and time, but I needed more satisfaction.

Not all my 2024 Resolutions

In years past, I would create a list of the year’s accomplishments, some big, but most small by comparison, like trips to the library to select reading matter or the many hours spent cutting, shaping, and sanding pieces of wood to make a picture, and hours spent shopping for groceries to keep my waistline growing. If I were to keep a spreadsheet of my daily activities, the number one time consumer is watching TV, followed by eating. Sleeping now consumes more hours per day than it did twenty years ago. I like to sleep nine to ten hours per day, with a regular cat nap at the computer mid-afternoon, whereas twenty years ago, I could sleep for six hours and have energy for the entire day. I just watched a TED talk video in which a British Doctor explains what it is like at the end of life. She describes how the healthcare system has taken dying away from us. A hundred years ago, dying belonged to us, and we dealt with it differently than we do now. Today, with modern healthcare and all of its technology, we expect to live beyond what our bodies are capable of. She explained that as we near the end, our bodies require more and more sleep. The warning signs are in front of my face.

Instead of making an inventory of my past year, I will spend some time making a list of goals for the coming year. Most people call these resolutions, but I prefer to call them goals. Among the goals I will set will be to become more physically active and less of a couch potato. My legs have become so weak from inactivity that I can’t get up from a stoop without holding on to something and pulling myself up. Lifting with my quads is a physical impossibility at this time. The most important thing to remember is to follow my advice and to take baby steps to progress.

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I See Collusion

Posted on 08/11/2023 by Grumpa Joe

There is definitely a trend I see happening in my life. A few weeks ago, I went to my doctor for a regular yearly checkup. Everything is okay, except your thyroid is a little off. We’ll wait a few months and recheck it before I decide what to do next. “Have you made an appointment with your Ophthalmologist for an eye exam?” The answer was “no.” I chose not to push my luck and made the appointment. It has been five years since my last dilated eye exam took place.

This morning, I went to see the Ophthalmologist. “Your eyes are good, except I see a buildup of protien behind the lens transplant in your right eye. This can cause blurred vision, but we can laser it out. “Can you do this in the office?”

‘Yes, but not here or by me. It has to be done by the doctor who does cataract removal at our other office. I’ll set up your next appointment there.”

“The free eye screening I had done by the Lions reported that I have the beginnings of macular degeneration.”

“Hold on; you sound like my wife, asking questions before I’ve had a chance to do the exam.”

By this time, my pupils were as big as the eyeball, and things were blurry. He instructed me to put my chin on the gadget he used to peer into my inner eye. The gadget shined two flood lights directly onto my retina. All I saw after that was a green cloud of light between me and him. “Yes,” he said, “there are signs of macular degeneration present, and since I’m not an expert on retinal issues, I recommend you see a specialist to take a closer look at your retina.” I couldn’t argue with him because there is one thing I have learned by working with the folks who attend OASIS meetings: out of twenty attendees with vision loss, only eight will be there for the same eye-related condition. The human eye is a complex collection system transmitting data through the optic nerve to the brain, where you see it as a picture.

Now, I have two new appointments with doctors I never needed before, and my plan to head south for the winter is becoming complicated. In my mind’s eye, I see a table full of dominoes all standing on end, and I have just tipped the first one over. I see the dominoes falling one against the other and never stopping until when? Until the end, of course, is this all legitimate healthcare or an organized effort to extract as much money from the system under the guise of healthcare? And what is the end, the last domino, the end of me, the end of money, what?

All I know is that I have been taking Lovely to a retina specialist for the past year, almost every two weeks, so she can get a shot in the eye to stop her macular degeneration from getting worse. When she comes home, she is incapacitated for twenty-four hours as she recuperates. This is not a cure. It is a preventative measure to help save what is left of her eyesight.

As my favorite actor William Bendix, often said on his radio program called The Life Of Reilly, “What a revoltin’ development this is.”

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The Battle For ORCAM

Posted on 07/11/2023 by Grumpa Joe

I’m attending a Frankfort Lions Club Board of Directors meeting this evening. I resigned from the Board a few years ago after fifteen years. It was time to let the young people direct the club. I have switched my efforts to the BOD of OASIS, which serves those with vision problems. The issue on the table is that OASIS inherited a device called ORCAM from someone who passed. It is well over ten years old, and now we are trying to determine what to do with it. A quick call to the ORCAM distributor gave us some information that was in error. We were told that the old device needed to be upgraded. Like most computers, it requires some serious upgrading to handle today’s software. The cost was quoted at $1600.00. A brand-new one costs $4500. It was my job to sell this upgrade to the Lions Club. They, of course, are much smarter than I am and challenged the cost. The list of questions fired at me, the messenger, were too many and too complicated for me to answer. I went home with my tail between my legs, head down, and a bleak look.

I am not a total dummy, so I sought help getting answers and recruited two more Lions to assist. Happily, this evening, we will present a happier picture. The story has changed from $1600 for an upgrade of a 2011 unit, which will make it function only slightly better, to $1600 for a new unit with all the bells and whistles of 2023.

I believe the Distributor’s Representative tried to discourage us from seeking the upgrade, and has changed his original story from upgrade to buy a new unit, and since he screwed up so badly he is willing to give it to us at cost. If we (I) fail tonight, we will merely dig our heels in deeper and devise a new plan to secure an ORCAM for a deserving person.

For those of you who don’t know what an ORCAM is, I’ll explain to the best of my ability.

ORCAM is a company in Israel that invented a device that attaches to a pair of eyeglasses. The body of the ORCAM holds a tiny camera, a computer, and a speaker. The wearer can hold up a document, and the camera sees it for him. It then reads the printed words and transmits the sound to the wearer’s ear via a speaker built into the rear of the body. Between the eye and the ear a computer recognizes the words and converts them to sounds. The unit can also recognize faces to tell the wearer who he is talking to. That feature requires that pictures of people be entered into the ORCAM memory.

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