For a woman in her 50s who went out of her way to destroy her body, I’m doing pretty well!

By “pretty well” – I mean good health. My constitution and immune system are strong and healthy. I abused my body through diet, too much/little exercise, purging, inclination to over-medicate (my psychologist calls it “overdose”), the physical demands of being a musician for 36 years (if you’re not a musician, you have no idea!) Yet despite all that, I’m still protected from illnesses year in year out, never broken a bone or had dental issues. I’m tempting fate here, but you get the picture. Generations of my family live well into their nineties then die lovely, peaceful, deaths. With a few exceptions…

 

All in all, the few complaints I have are fairly trivial.

I had an asthma attack when I was eight. Some issues in my 20s. Then a horrid attack about 15 years ago and it’s deteriorated since then. Not serious, but I should probably tick the box on the anaesthetist’s form the next time I require surgery.

I get migraines. Nowhere near as frequently as I used to. But I’ve been cursed with them my adult entire life. They were mostly hormonal. Same for my mother and great grandmother. 

I have restless legs syndrome. Do not roll your eyes at me. It – is – hideous. I have great drugs now, but before I got them, I was awake for two years. Literally. I couldn’t sleep more than 20 minutes at a time and was managing that once or twice most days. For two years. Fuck me. I was almost psychotic. Then the Australian Government approved new drugs and my life changed. I’m still learning about it and having pharmaceutical interactions, but for the most part, it’s well controlled. 

This was meant to be a single paragraph to prelude the fact I’ll have a handful of posts about physical health which is blessedly good most of the time. If I’m complaining, it’s because I’ve forgotten my medication, or a migraine has blown out of control. Rare events.