Saturday 2 October 2010

Driven to Drink

I haven't posted in a while, because I was too busy dying. Which I think you'll agree is a reasonable excuse. Or is it?

I tend to worry about my health, especially when anything happens that I can't explain. I don't visit doctors very often, but when I do, it's usually because I'm afraid that The End is in sight. I realise that this is irrational - after all, if I really am that far gone, they probably won't be able to do anything for me. Nevertheless, rationality does not play much of a part in my health worries.

I have been living a slightly healthier lifestyle after discovering that my blood pressure was too high. I've been walking more (though still probably not enough), and drinking quite a bit less. This all went out of the window when I started getting various aches and pains.

A quick look on Wikipedia confirmed my worst fears - it was almost certainly something major and life-threatening. So I started to get worried. I started to go through my DVD collection to work out which ones I needed to watch first, and which ones might be better viewed through a morphine-induced haze near The End (I'm saving the remake of The Taking of Pelham 123 till last, having twice failed to get past the first 10 minutes). Staying at home reading blogs just made me more aware of my aches, so I went to the pub more.

When I finally got round to booking an appointment with the doctor, he was very reassuring. It was nothing major. I should avoid doing any heavy lifting, and stop worrying. However, he did take two armfuls of blood for a range of tests just in case. You might think I'm exaggerating, but they started on my right arm and it dried up before they had enough. Why can't the NHS be more like Star Trek where they just wave a whirring scanner over you?

The nurses' uniforms are better, too

My brush with death still wasn't over. I was told I'd have to go back to the doctor because some of the tests had failed. Or passed, or whatever. I arranged for a doctor to phone (it was a Friday), but I managed to miss the call. I spent the weekend nervously sorting through my DVDs.

I went in on Monday. "I hear you've got some bad news", I said. "I wouldn't say that. Have you been drinking too much recently?", was his reply. "Well, actually, yes." He told me to drink less and go back to have another armful of blood checked out in a few weeks time.

So, reassured, I'm back to my more temperate ways - ODing on lemon juice rather than alcohol, and just going to the pub once or twice a week. Hopefully the next blood test will reflect this.

However, during my brief period of daily drinking, the pub had a Jack Daniels promotion. I've never really liked JD, but you could win all sorts of great prizes, allegedly to celebrate Mr Daniel's birthday. I was only after a T-shirt, but I had to get through several doubles to achieve this, winning badges and a hat along the way.

Whether I succumb to a fatal illness next week or next century, this is quite possibly the only time you'll see me wearing a hat - I really can't stand them.


Have a good weekend.

13 comments:

Jean Knee said...

Brian you look like you would fit in perfectly here. You need greasier hair though

I would comment more but my dad is helping me make bloody machetes so, later

Jean Knee said...

I'm pretty sure this is mu favorite post

Jean Knee said...

I meant my

Jean Knee said...

I'm sending Bee over here to check out yer new duds

Jean Knee said...

hey, how come there's no anonymous? what if I have something rude to say??

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Bee said...

Brian, I've been having some pretty crappy days and today was finally a good one. This post capped off my day in awesomeness!

I think you're ready for Texas!

Brian o vretanos said...

Bee: I'm glad you've had a good day. I'm not totally ready to emigrate yet - I still need to learn to use a gun.

Jean Knee: Anonymous has gone because I've been getting too much anonymous spam over the last week or two.

Word Imp said...

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Unknown said...

Ah, the cowboy hat and whiskey t-shirt that demonstrates a man truly looking after his health.

I'm sure the next test will be better, and I hope that you're fine.

Rhonda Sloan said...

I agree with Jean -- this post rocks!

You totally look like a Texan in your hat and JD shirt.

Super Happy Girl said...

I wonder what would happen if you showed up at the doctor's up wearing your "Not The End" outfit.

Hey, you should get a cool belt buckle Like one that that says "sheriff" or something.

Dan said...

You pull off the Cowboy look almost as well as Marty McFly in Back to the Future 3.