no worries (this body)

cuz worries are a waste of time at best... and that is at best (I know it is probably impolite or politically incorrect or bad form {to sorta quote Captain Hook} or some such, but please understand my giggles and nyuknyuks and the like not only mean no harm, but do me a world of good, please, ok? :)

but seriously, I slipped the information into a long babbling entry that was followed by another long babbling entry and this long babbling entry is for you who actually read the part of that recent rambling entry that mentioned the latest news of the body from the world of modern medicine, yes, there is a touch of concern about the ever more evident mortality of said body (the one I sort of inhabit in this world), but then, I (to quote Suess via Horton) meant what I said and I said what I meant way back in those early teens (or ealier) when I first wrote what I so precociously called my final rhyme (can you imagine how obnoxious I was as a little kid?)...

let's listen to the rational mind for a moment then:

lab tests say I have elevated LFT's

doctor says fatty liver and see a GI specialist and drop the excess weight or DIE! DIE! DIE! (doctor is a bit over cautious at times and I might be exaggerating her words just a little... I think she only said DIE! twice)...

so I get serious about diet and exercise and I call her (the doctor) after starting vigorous gym and diet regime to get an antibiotic for a UTI cuz I have a history of kidney stones and starting a new gym and diet regime usually kicks a few around and that usually causes a UTI... doctor's receptionist tells me she's too busy to come to the phone, so I get antibiotics at my workplace and treat myself... UTI goes away, stones pass gradually, surely goodness and mercy will follow my urinary tract wherever the stones tear it up...

GI specialist says blood tests and ultrasound...

I insist on a urinalisis (he gave in after a brief argument) cuz I'm still feeling the urinary tract stress and sure enough, that night I pass yet another stone (which seems to have been the most irritating one, definitely the biggest and hardest and most jagged and {ok, I'll stop there before we get to the blood curdling parts} and I've been feeling much better since, though I've also been taking more days off and eating more carbs and not dropping any weight since visiting the GI specialist, boo)...

GI specialist's secretary calls and says the doctor says nothing about the five tubes of blood he ordered to check my liver and his specialty, but see a Urologist cuz of the urinalysis I insisted he order...

I already did some research on finding a Urologist back when I started exercising and passed the first stone and I'll call to make an appointment as soon as I can get one...

so, to summarize:

I appear to know this body better than the doctors

there may be something not quite right in my liver or kidneys or somewhere inside, but nobody's perfect... and I kind of have always know this, intuitively, but it's never interfered with anything before this year (and the interference is not preventing me from doing 8 miles an hour on the Lifefitness machine at Level 10 for an hour - or 6 miles an hour on the same machine for three hours)...

so I can continue increasing the physical stress and conditioning at the gym without any out of the ordinary pains or discomforts and that matters most...

but... the kidneys (to the best of my intuitive knowledge) are definitely telling me to be careful and stay very in tune with them as I push the body and therefore I try to stay as hydrated as humanly possible without throwing the electrolyte balance or anything else too out of whack...

so I shall see if I can find a Urologist who is more satisfying than my doctor or the GI guy, since they seem to be caught up in their modern medicine merry go round and are not really treating the whole patient the way the holiostic medicine manuals suggest, or teach even...

I know, I summarize rather poorly at times...

my bottom line is that until this body does something to actually prevent me from going to the gym and continuing the climb back into what I consider to be good condition, I am not stressing over the stones or blood tests or whatever the doctors say or don't say... I listen, when they talk, I follow their advice, when they give some, but as long as the body performs for me, it (this body's performance) is my final and most telling test...

and the bottomest bottom line is I feel I am still passing <my tests... someday, this body will deteriorate to the point where it will cease to perform as I ask it to... that day is not today (and just returning from the gym with tangible proof reassures me once again)...

and I breathe... genuine concern for me... I am so not used to it... actually paying attention to me... I am so not used to it... I wish you could see and feel my smile :)