Prolia Progress, Part 2

k9ophile

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I saw the endocrinologist and he was impressed with my DEXA scan results and recommends staying on it. I agree. My thyroid gland however, has decided to strike out on its own. I'm not sure of how much effect that hormone has on my bone maintenance and my mental status. So it's time for a dose change (again). Also of interest is how much of my depression is affected by my thyroid. My PCP has prescribed 20 neurofeedback sessions as he seems to think my pharmaceuticals have reached their maximum effectiveness.

I have come to see the wisdom of Roseann Roseannadanna: It's always something.
 
life is hard and then we get old!

:5grouphug:
Indeed.

Our (or at least MY) thoughts then move from “is this going to kill me?...” and “..am I gonna die?...” to the more practical “...I need to get this stuff in order ASAP...” and, upon hearing of the death of someone, “...well, that wouldn't be a bad way to go...” and “...why the hell would anyone go through MONTHS of debilitating chemo when the 5-year survival rate for THAT disease is only 4%...”

Not that my practicality would continue to reign supreme when my imminent death is the alternative. LOL

[Uncle Joe, a retired fire captain, was living alone and nearing the end of life. He’d fall, work his way to a phone, and call Uncle Sam, and dial 911. FD guys treated him as family. Sam would call John and Charlie, and one would go to the hospital with him as the others locked up the house and gathered his “bug out bag” stuff. He’d do a day at the hospital and get transferred to a SNF. Upon arrival at the SNF, he started demanding release to home. They told him he’d die. He said he didn’t care, he just didn’t want to die in a nursing home, and kept calling Sam, John and Charlie to come get him.

This happened maybe 10-15 times in the last two years of his life. The last time it happened, he was yelling at John.

Joe: Just get me out of this damned place.
John: If you go home, you’ll fall again and hurt yourself and die.
Joe: I don’t care! I want to die at home!
John: Then why do you keep calling 911?

The next time...he didn’t call 911. I guess practicality finally won out over the desire for continued survival.

Also...sarcasm may be a genetical thing, as John was my father.]
 
Sarcasm is definitely genetic. I got mine from my dad. My dad caught my brother and a neighbor at maybe 5 or 6 "playing doctor". Dad told them to quit playing Gypsy Rose Lee and to put their clothes on. It was quite few years before brother knew who GRL was. My car needed a new gas pedal and Dad told me to go buy a new one. I asked him where to get it. He told me to go to the Ford dealer, the car was a Chevy. I still think it was legitimate question because pf Napa, Auto Zone, etc.
 
Sarcasm is definitely genetic. I got mine from my dad. My dad caught my brother and a neighbor at maybe 5 or 6 "playing doctor". Dad told them to quit playing Gypsy Rose Lee and to put their clothes on. It was quite few years before brother knew who GRL was. My car needed a new gas pedal and Dad told me to go buy a new one. I asked him where to get it. He told me to go to the Ford dealer, the car was a Chevy. I still think it was legitimate question because pf Napa, Auto Zone, etc.

LOL

I have double excuses. When people put off getting medical evaluation of a problem, Mom would often say, “Why don’t you just ignore it? It will probably go away, like cancer.”
 

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