By Steve Otto
Yesterday I went to the doctor, Dr. Ranjini Madhavan. All week
long I’ve had blood sugar problems. A few weeks ago, I met a lady on Elite
Singles. I was going to quit
that site but I changed my mind. This woman I met from that site met at a
local restaurant and told me she wanted to start out as friends. I agreed. On
the positive side, I went out with her four times. She is the first woman I met
on-line, who met me for more than just one date. I’ve had several dates, from
that site, where I met a woman where she was my first and last date all in one.
So, this new friend tried to give me a lot of advice and
help. On our fourth date she explained to me that we had no possible future- no
possibility of a relationship. We were too different, she said. She even said
she thinks a lot about an old flame. So, I feel like our time together is basically
over.
One of her last suggestions was that I detox from alcohol
and drugs.[1]
At first I laughed that idea off. But lately I’ve been getting sick a lot and
finally I decided to try and quit drinking and quitting drugs – at least for
now. For almost a week I drank some beer- but no more whiskey and wine, which I
have been drinking in the bars and at home.
After a week of near sobriety, I found myself in a deep
depression. It was as bad as my “contemplate suicide” days. So, I resorted at
least to a small dose of drugs to stop the depression.
So earlier this week I went to the Emergency Room, on the
advice of my new girl friend and they suggested I go to my regular doctor. I
did and she said the ER people said I was drunk and disoriented. I had been
drinking but I explained that my blood sugar was at 45 one day and 20 two days
later. They checked my blood sugar and did a number of tests for high blood
pressure the condition of my heart and everything was normal. So, they acted
like I was demented or something. The Doctor asked me if I forget things. I
said, sometimes. She suggested I use Meals on Wheels. She asked me questions as
to who lives at my house and if I have any relatives who can help me out. She
wants to see a psychologists. He specializes in alcoholism. He may go by
the AA[2]
program’s philosophy. That means no
other drugs- no getting high in any way shape or form. Absolute sobriety.[3]
By the time I left the doctor’s office, I felt like I was perceived
as a doddering demented old fart. Old age does suck for some of us.
There is more to this story, I’m stopping here and I will
continue this later.
[1] At this point I would rather not name the drug, in order to protect myself.
[2] Alcoholics Anonymous.
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