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Going to the doc is a whole new thing...

I injured my foot and I've been vegging on the couch watching way too much TV. But I am learning soooo much from commercials targeted for the "older" person. I'm being encouraged to go see my doc if I'm having...(blush) an incontinence problem; if Activa doesn't work maybe I should talk to my doc about meds for...irregularity. Oh, and there are so many meds I can now take for every ailment that assails older people but I do have to check with my doc about all of them because some cause blindness, brain damage, heart attacks, stroke, even death. I feel so encouraged by the strides we've made in modern medicine. We can now be cured of almost anything as long as we don't mind risking dropping dead.

Oh, and there's a med for some problem (can't remember off-hand which one, there are so many) that really works but might guessed it...incontinence. So here I've come full circle.

I think I'll forget about the meds, the doctor, the potential hazards to life and limb and just quit watching TV! You all might want to follow suit. Let me know what you think!


  1. My favorite is the one for treating toenail fungus, but you have to have your liver function checked every week or so. Hmmm - toenail fungus or no liver? Which will it be?


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