Keeping up with the news lately, you have to wonder if politics is wandering closer and closer to professional wrestling. It has degenerated from, “Here is what I believe and here are my ideas, vote for me,” to a general blood-sport where turning traitor to your own promises to constituents is normal, if not expected.
Personally, I believe it might be beneficial to the public if the Senate and House floors had a wrestling ring installed. Spencer Bachus whacking Speaker Boehner with a folding chair would be worth the pay-per-view charge. A little action sequence while being sold out by people you voted for would ease the pain a bit, especially when he Speaker is chumming around with Pelosi to get his agenda through.
Seething mad or weeping bitter tears at the political class. You place your bets and take your chances, but essentially the result is the same…the Average American will eventually be sold out by their representatives (of either party) in the name of political expedience.
I am reasonably certain this is not what our Founding Fathers had in mind.
Medically, things have taken a bit of a downturn as of late. I have started showing a lot of the classic signs of end-stage liver disease…intense rashes (cholestasis); abdominal swelling and shortness of breath (acites); water retention in the extremities (edema); loss of muscle mass; on and off dizziness, tremors, fatigue, confusion and memory loss (hepatic encephalopathy).
The one thing I always said I could not stand was to lose my mind. Pain? Physical problems? I can gut it out with the best of them. However, it is one thing to lose your train of thought, it is quite another when you are typing and spell check is just screaming at you because you keep missing the keys. otally forget about trying to sign my name legibly. he suck-factor is getting up there.
An old comrade of mine is about 8 weeks out from the transplant he received at Emory. he brief glimpse of what happened before he got it makes me twitch, quite frankly. he liver is one of your busiest organs and the side effects of having it not working are stunning. It may very well be a misguided train of thought, but I am more concerned about getting to the point of transplantation than I am of the surgery and all the post-op stuff.
It reminds me of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (one of my favorite movies), when they are getting ready to escape from pursuers by jumping off a cliff into a river:
Butch Cassidy: What’s the matter with you?
Sundance Kid: I can’t swim.
Butch Cassidy: Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.
Survival percentages for the actual transplant surgery are pretty good. Post-op is pretty good. Percentages for the period prior to surgery…well, they are not as good. I used to take it one day at a time. On a rough day, I take
it one hour at a time.
And yes, it feels like the side effects are ripping me up these days. hat is to be expected, I guess. What energy I had to fight it all off is being sapped away, leaving me face to face with frustration as my own organ tries to do me in.
The upside is that I still have a few good days now and then. I hold on to those like a dog with a bone. Hope is one of those things I will not lose. I have been at that edge before, and staring full face-to-face with defeat, I never gave up hope. None of us should.