Monday, May 9, 2011

The "All Clear"

Doctors, while tremendously useful and helpful in some situations, can often be the source of extreme frustration. I've had problems with my nose for years, so, today I had a scope where the doctor stuck a camera up my nose and wiggled it around for a bit. This procedure, backed up by a previous procedure, €325 plus health insurance costs later and he tells me: "Good news, there is nothing physically wrong, you just have a sensitive nose".

Really.

So, the frustration sets in that I can still expect to sneeze and wheeze in the mornings; be blocked or runny at random intervals; have to take a cocktail of sprays and drugs and, continue to have pain in my face and random eye leaks. However, the relief is that there is nothing wrong, no operations.

It has happened me so many times that the doctor tells me there is nothing physically wrong, gives ailment a name and then recommends that I persevere with the original course of action. Very frustrating. Where is the miracle cure? JML should go into medicine, they can come up with miracle cleaning solutions for your home, why not remedies for the body?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Sometimes you wonder...

How do people end up the way they are. Older people were not always set in their ways, they created these ways at some stage and decided they liked them so much that they decided to stick with them. You must do something for the first time before it becomes a lifetime habit.
My Dad mutes the telly when I start talking to him. He mutes the adverts as soon as they come onm whether there is someone talking to him or not. He mutes the television if he has something to say.
It's an eerie silence when the tv is muted and the pictures flash away on the box and the conversation ends in the room and we sit in silence literally watching the television as cleverly crafted images flash away lonely and generally meaningless without their sound.
He said it's because he can't differentiate between the noises, which is fair enough but really, is there a need to mute the telly. Just lower the volume. 

We have to say volume in the house now, rather than "it" as most people would refer to the sound, this came from the numerous times my Dad would physically pick up the television on the demand of "higher it". I'm sure it was funny at one stage, or was it. 
He has to lift the remote right up to his face to see it and search for the button to both mute and undo this action. Everytime. Surely with its frequency of use he should know where it is by now.
Sometimes I mute the telly when someone is talking to me, and you have just read my future.