Some of you know of my battles with my heart - Atrial Fibrillation led to an ablation, which left me with an 8% PVC burden and the occasional SVT. Still, things have settled down. I'm in normal sinus rhythm now, and take a ton of medication, carrying a Flecanaide in my pocket in case of AFib. Of course I've been a Type II diabetic for over 15 years, still hanging in there. Recently switched from Trulicity to Mounjaro, which is messing with my stomach a ton. Blood pressure and cholestorol are totallly under control. Knees hurt sometimes going down stairs, and my left hip is kind of a mess. I walk with a very short gait these days and I'm a bit unsteady sometimes; had to sell my motorcycle because I didn't feel safe riding it.
I've had a ton of work done on my teeth, and a recent x-ray showed no fewer than 9 cavities under the gum line in my front teeth. Fortunately that all seems to be fixed now.
Both of my shoulders are a mess - tendonitis, which I mentioned in a post recently. But I'm getting physical therapy and it seems to be helping.
Turns out a spot on my scalp is squamous carcinoma in situ, and must be removed with something called a Mohs procedure. Whee.
And I've just this week had my very first therapy session at the Veterans Administration in Ann Arbor; I've been offically diagnosed with PTSD relating to my experiences in the Marine Corps.
Sometimes, it just seems to be a lot. But I'm still hanging in there.
If I knew I was going to fall apart like this, I'd have taken better care of myself.
I've had a ton of work done on my teeth, and a recent x-ray showed no fewer than 9 cavities under the gum line in my front teeth. Fortunately that all seems to be fixed now.
Both of my shoulders are a mess - tendonitis, which I mentioned in a post recently. But I'm getting physical therapy and it seems to be helping.
Turns out a spot on my scalp is squamous carcinoma in situ, and must be removed with something called a Mohs procedure. Whee.
And I've just this week had my very first therapy session at the Veterans Administration in Ann Arbor; I've been offically diagnosed with PTSD relating to my experiences in the Marine Corps.
Sometimes, it just seems to be a lot. But I'm still hanging in there.
If I knew I was going to fall apart like this, I'd have taken better care of myself.