I’m on the rebound.
Not from the nasty beak up I had with my optometrist, but from
the Acid Reflux medication I’ve been taking for the last 4 months.
Apparently, when you start to feel better and want to stop
taking the medication, because eventually it will make your hips fall off or
something, you're susceptible to this rebound thing, which basically means you
experience the same symptoms you had before they cured you…but not quite the
same, since they are possibly a little worse.
But at least you’re cured….
Or were cured…until you stopped taking the medicine.
So all you can do is to try and wean yourself off of the “cure”, little by little, until you stop
feeling sick from taking the pills…or not taking the pills…I’m not sure which
And in the meantime you take some other pills to make you
feel better from not taking the original pills you took because you had some
sort of burning in your chest from overindulging during last year’s “Fat Summer”
experiment.
You remember—the slight burning sensation I had in my chest when
I exercised, that my doc didn’t think was anything serious but thought I should
have all kinds of expensive tests performed just to make sure I didn’t fall into
that pesky one percent of uncertainty.
And, as it turned out, I was fine, and the artificial heart they
gave me—you know, just to be safe—is working like a charm. Plus,
it doesn’t break as easily like my real heart did, unless of course I’m
watching “Little House on the Prairie” on the Hallmark Channel…especially when
Pa breaks out the fiddle.
Actually a lot of medications have this rebound effect because
your body wants to do what it wants to do, and if you slow that down, it will
speed things up to compensate. Then when you stop doing whatever it was you
were doing to slow things down, your body is annoyed with you for messing with
it in the first place, so it will keep speeding up, just to show you who’s
boss.
I don’t know for sure
if the drug manufactures are aware of
this or not when they're designing the cure, but I suspect that they are, and
really don’t care as long as you have to keep taking their drug…even if it
makes your hips and possibly your lips, fall off, sooner or later.
But the good news is I had a talk with my stomach, bought it
those cinnamon buns it so enjoys, and it’s agreed to cut me some slack and get
things back to normal. In return I agreed that I would not relapse into “Fat
Summer” and try to eat more fruit.
In fact I’ve started doubling the lime in my Gin and tonics
already….
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ReplyDeletemy grandfather, born in the early 1870s, used to say they should hang a doctor in the public square every day at noontime. A little extreme maybe but make them stop giving us those pills!
Feel better, yo.
I’m good, yo! Wasn’t your grandfather a lawyer…or even better…a judge?
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