It’s Sunday night, which is one of my favorites in retired life. I take Mondays off. I don’t need to get up early in the morning even though I do it anyway. But I always know I have one day a week that I could sleep in if I ever wanted to.
I’ve now had a week to “process” my osteoporosis diagnosis. I am no further along in the process of the processing. I’m a bit angry about it. In my life whenever I am facing a problem, I do research. I study. I read. In the days of the internet, I look for others’ experiences.
So, I have found out that osteoporosis is caused by a bunch of things that are N/A for me. I am not thin. I am not a smoker. I do not drink. I get TONS of exercise. I eat well. I calculated my normal calcium intake, and it is very high, as well as other nutrients that the research would tell me I am short of. My vitamin D level came back fine.
I have found that I should be doing weight bearing exercise. I have searched for a definition of weight bearing. The jury is apparently out on that. One thing they all seem to agree on is walking being good. And the rest is all up for debate. One study says swimming is good, others say that research has shown that competitive swimmers suffer bone loss. The same thing for biking. Weight training is supposed to be good, but some say it isn’t really good. Trampoline sales companies work hard to convince that jumping on a trampoline is the answer. The cite NASA astronauts having used them. But when you really look into that, it appears the astronauts used tramps to simulate weightlessness before they went into space, not to rebuild bone mass after returning from weightlessness.
I am absolutely dumbfounded by the dearth of information and the fact that almost all of it contradicts each other.
I am becoming convinced that it is because of the demographic. Old White Women? Who cares? Seriously, who the hell cares?
My doctor, who I once adored, is doing things that are not indicative of competence. I had to go to the pharmacy three times after she said she’d order the medication. Each time, she said she was ordering it, but it didn’t get ordered. She gave me NO information on this thing other than telling me I have it and suggesting I start fosamax. Amazing since she has never prescribed a drug for me – ever. She also noted in my chart that I have significant bone loss. OK.
You do know that I will get there. I will process this. I will figure out what to do. It may just be to accept that this is my lot in life. I can do that, but probably not today.
Thankfully, I take the Eucharist to the homebound on Sunday Mornings. Oh, how I love those old people! They seem to like me too. And when I am with them, I am not thinking about myself.
I can be grateful for so many wonderful things in my life:
- I belong to a church where I really truly belong.
- Yesterday I attended the 34th AA birthday of one of my dearest friends at my old homegroup. Sitting in that room with my peers in AA is an assurance that all is well.
- It’s easy enough to say “that’s my new homegroup, because that is where I belong.”
- The extreme and severe weather may be over for now. I can plant my vegetable garden this week.
- My home is my home. It is mine.
- When my furnace stopped working last week, I got on the phone and got a new one. I just wrote the check to pay for it because I actually had the money.
- I do not have to drive across town to go to a job tomorrow. YIPPEEE!
- My sponsor is coming to town tomorrow. YIPPEEEE!
- And I get to see a former blogger on Saturday. YIPPEEEE!
See? Life really is good.