Tuesday, November 11, 2014

My Body is Falling Apart

My body is falling apart.  It probably always has been since the moment I was born, which goes with that thought that the moment you are born you start to die.  Kind of a morbid thought, I know, but it's logical just the same. But at about 32, I really started feeling like my body was slowly dying, or at the very least, boycotting my existence.  My lungs were early protesters with their signs, and in their defense, I've always had asthma.  Then at some point my feet joined in.  Oh, and there is the matter of my intestines, but I think that was a 30 thing, and they just briefly boycotted.  I've had a low grade fever every single day for over a year now, only taking a break to have a much higher one recently.  And now, now my kidneys have joined the movement.  They're having a sit-in, the right kidney being the most outspoken of the two.  I would ask what is next, but I really don't want to know the answer.  I'm sure you won't blame me.



I guess it's all inevitable.  Most of us take our bodies for granted.  And as they gradually fall apart, like the disintegration of any relationship, you don't notice until it's past time to sever ties.



But I'm not ready to sever ties.  It turns out, you need your lungs.  And your kidneys. And well, I personally need my feet.  And my back.  And any part of me that's unhappy with me at the moment.  I was cool with giving up dairy when my gall bladder told me to, as I wasn't really supposed to drink dairy to begin with. Lactose intolerance and all that jazz.  But now what?  Now what do I do?



Now I see a kidney specialist because apparently my organs aren't happy until they get their own doctor.  Selfish little drama queens.  At this rate, I won't have any organs left to donate.  Liver, don't fail me now.  You're my only hope.




But in the mean time, I'm packing up all of my maladies and taking them to Kansas in a couple days.  My doctor didn't tell me I couldn't.  And it's not like I can leave them behind.  But I do think it's time to negotiate with my body, come up with a healthy compromise, hear all of my body parts out.  Because I can't do this without them.  They will however have to wait until I return.  But I promise, I'm ready to listen.

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