Musings of an Old Man

Whatever this used to be about, it is now about my dying. I'll keep it up as long as I can and as much as I want to.

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Location: Columbus, Ohio, United States

I'm a 69 years old white, male, 6'1", 290 lbs., partially balding in the back. I was married for ten years and fathered two children, a daughter and a son. My current marriage (2nd) will celebrate its 39th anniversary November 4. The date will be in the news because it was the same day as the Iranian hostages were taken at the US Embassy in Tehran. (Obviously, I had a better day than they did.) I'm a Vietnam Veteran ('71-'72). I have worked as a Computer Programmer, Project Manager, Graduate Teaching Associate, Technical Writer, and Web Developer. I own, with my wife, a house and a dog.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Health minutiae

So, I've been on the Bi-PAP for over a week now. I feel like I'm sleeping reasonably well. Some nights are better than others, but overall, I feel better.

Went to the eye doctor for a check-up and to get my prescriptions strengthened. It has only been a year since my last check-up, and I was a little disappointed to need a prescription update so soon. Turns out they couldn't get my right eye to resolve any better than 20/30, though they were able to get 20/20 for the left eye. It also turns out that my inter-ocular pressures were higher than the doctor liked. If memory serves, he likes them under 20, and mine were nearly 30.

It's an early sign of glaucoma, but the doctor suggested I not worry. He also didn't like the color of the blood in my eyes. So I get to go back in two weeks for a recheck. Even though he says not to worry, I'm betting that I am in the early stages of glaucoma. It looks like there are some good treatments available. I'll see what is needed and take appropriate action.

And I'm reminded that I need to call the proctologist in about eight weeks to schedule my next colonoscopy. I've had polyps in my previous two. What I hate is not the procedure--they use very good drugs for that--it's the preparation that stinks. I get to drink a gallon of a strong laxative. That is no fun, either on the intake or the inevitable outflow.

I think I'm beginning to break down at an accelerated rate. So it's true; when you get over the hill, you pick up speed.

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