The only people interested in your ailments are your doctor and your mother, and then not much. You could probably add to that list ‘other geriatrics’ if you are over seventy; much of the conversation of the very old, I’ve noticed, seems to be exchanging complaints about their deteriorating bodies.
But the reason I’m going to tell you about my various disorders is not completely self-indulgent. I’ve discovered a few things which no doctor ever told me (despite seeing plenty) and I thought it might be of interest to someone somewhere? Scan the list below — if none apply to you, just ignore this post.
- Headaches. For me four causes. One is tyramine, which is found mostly in cheese, chocolate, red wine and artificially fermented products. The other is a violent change in air pressure, either from low to high or vice versa (long-haul flights). The third, classic, cause is lack of water and the final one is work. Work was the cause of my grandmother’s migraines — she ended up having a brain haemorrhage. If you get pounders, rule out all these (and your monthly cycle if you’re a woman) before proceeding to more exotic triggers.
- Backache. Usual causes — too much sitting, soft mattress (which I’ve always hated) and not enough exercise, all of which easy to deal with. Amazingly though, the cause of my worst back pains, including three agonising slipped disks, turned out to be constipation (pressure put on the spine by the gut). So…
- Constipation. I thought this was down to that modern devil Gluten! but no: I discovered, after about eight years of periodic misery, that this was caused by white rice, eggs and, occasionally, changing time-zones.
- Impotence. It’s never happened to me before! Honest! This one struck in my late thirties and turned out to be because of a horrible, boring job. I’d had those before of course, but I’ve discovered that although the old belly-fire remains potent throughout life (intensifies if anything), as you age — I mean as a man ages — libido also becomes in a sense more ‘delicate’, which is to say more sensitive to anxiety, stress, ennui, vitiating fucksex, unspoken frustration and so on. Deal with the room before leaving it.
- Tooth decay. Never had problems with this either (because never liked sweet stuff), then I started getting cavities — turned out to be increased consumption of potato crisps, which lodge in the teeth and the high sugar content rots them.
- Colds & Flu. Once again, I’ve only ever got these when working — starting to see a pattern here are you? Bored, stressed, moving or sitting in unnatural positions and wanting to be elsewhere (immunity lower) creates a tonne of physical illnesses and mental problems (problems, not illnesses). Being locked up in air-conditioned cells with other human cattle (more viruses and bacteria around) doesn’t help much either.
- Sinusitus. Had infected sinuses for half a year (again, from work), until it spread into the ear, which was pretty uncomfortable. Eventually I checked what antibiotics work best and went for Amoxicillin Clavuluate. Researched the appropriate dose and went down to my local unprofessional pharmacist to buy a course. Some people get anxiety attacks from ‘Amoxy’ and I had a smallish plate of tension on my chest for a few days, but it sorted out the infection and the clenchies dissolved.
For me doctors are a last, final and desperate resort — for invasive stuff only, for tests I can’t do myself or if I am totally and utterly flummoxed. I do have a good doctor — he considers himself a partner with his patients, working out together what might be up rather than dispensing Wisdom From on High; and he bends the laws to help me out — but he’s still not me; he had no idea of what caused the problems I sorted out myself. What’s more he would never recommend freedom from work as a cure (much less bollock-igniting psychological revolution). Of course what you do to diagnose and treat your own ailments is your own responsibility. As Ran Prieur once said; I’m not qualified to give medical advice — I’m not a lawyer.
Tomorrow more criticism of the sickening medical profession.