Thursday, May 28, 2009

Experimenting with Drugs at 63...

I hope the title line didn't mislead you to think that at my age I've gotten into anything as ridiculous as heroin or cocaine. But in an attempt to regulate my constantly changing blood pressure, Dr. Harvey suggested a new drug that might be just what we're looking for. It's in the family along with some drugs that I already have tried, so there shouldn't be any reaction to it, but try just a small portion of one pill to start with and then eventually work my way up to 1 pill a day. Following his instructions to the T, I took a small dose of this new drug and went about my business. Out of nowhere, at about 2 PM I was out in the front yard cutting palm fronds, when after cutting 6 leaves, it hit me. I was so exhausted I could barely continue to stand. Well, this alone scared the crap out of me. I leaned against the palm tree for about 5 minutes, trying to gather enough strength to walk inside the house. I sat down and fell asleep within seconds. I rested, felt better and went to bed about midnight. When I awoke this morning, I felt pretty awful still. Just tired, even though I'd just slept for a full 8 hours. Eventually after showering, I came downstairs and took my blood pressure to see how high it would be and it read 97/44. I double and triple checked it and it was actually that low.

I called Dr. Harvey and he told me I must be having a reaction to that new drug and to get myblood pressure up as quickly as possible. I drank a bottle of Gatorade, knowing it is high in sodium, but what I really needed was chicken soup. You may think that funny, Jewish Penicillin, but that's what I needed. Not knowing what else to do, I called the Lovely Jules, remember her? I knew she had been sick lately and wasn't feeling too well herself, but she replied after hearing I may be in trouble, I'll be right over! About an 90 minutes later LJ showed up, using her key to open the door like she owned the place, carrying several bags, included in those bags were asparagus, chicken kabobs, brown rice, 3 different kinds of chicken soup, a pumas stone for my pool, the makings for cheesecake, salad stuff, avocados, tomatoes, lettuce, and dressing.

Without saying much more than hello, she asked which kind of chicken soup I liked, poured it into a pan, began the salad, whipped up the cheesecake and sat down. Then she debugged my computer, washed the dishes in my sink, swept my pool, put in chemicals that I'd been remiss in keeping up, asked for my keys and went to the mailbox and brought home 2 days of mail and flushed the filter on my pool. She was a one woman dynamo. All together she stayed about 3 hours and left about 5 PM to go home and feed her dog. She left as quickly as she arrived, but I had food, company when I was a little concerned and my house is back in shape. As she left through the garage, I yelled to her, "Will you marry me"? She yelled back, NO!

If she should happen to read this, I'd like it to be known that I truly appreciate her efforts.

1 comment:

Jules said...

You're welcome Dude.

Cayanne is the key to all your problems. Sprinkle a little on your oatmeal and have a good day.