July 22, 2018

The last few weeks have been rather busy for us.  July began with a visit from our son and daughter-in=-law who live in Boston.  The time they spent with us went by much too quickly.  I should be used to airports and saying goodbye since this was a common occurrence in our lives for the last 46 years.  However, it never gets easier.

My latest doctor’s appointment was on July 9th.  Apparently, the blood test results showed that my Sed rate and ANA levels were higher than normal.  I will be seeing a specialist in the near future.  At my next doctor’s appointment, I will have to ask him why whenever I exert myself even just a little like cleaning out the dishwasher I sweat to the point where it is running off my head and down my face.  When this begins I often feel dizzy and exhausted.  Another annoying symptom is incredibly itchy skin which at times produces a rash.  Any ideas or suggestions from my readers would be much appreciated.

On July 14th we drove into Winnipeg so I could meet up with a dear friend from Edmonton.  Jan was very involved with my message board, website, and chat.  Peter relaxed in our hotel room with the dogs while Jan and I spent Saturday evening having supper and catching up.  Sunday the three of us met for breakfast.  After breakfast, we headed to the Forks and spent the afternoon browsing in the shops.  It was so good to see Jan again.

This weekend we drove to Portage la Prairie to attend the wedding of Peter’s good friend Stan.  Stan’s sister Sandy came out for the wedding from her home in Prince Edward Island.  It was so good to see Sandy again after 50 some years.  Sandy and I were friends and classmates in Elementary school and High School.  After she married and moved away we continued to stay in touch through letters and eventually Facebook.

This absolutely crushing fatigue that I have been experiencing for the last few months is affecting my life in a negative way.  It seems to get harder and harder to find joy in my everyday life.  If I give in to the fatigue I would sleep on and off for 24 hours a day.  Most mornings it is incredibly difficult to work up the energy to get out of bed.  I am finding that things I would normally look forward too I am wishing away.  Of course, trying to hide the fatigue from family and friends only increases the hopeless feeling that this nightmare will never end.

Enough complaining for tonight.  Until next time…….


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June 21, 2018

Summer is finally here.  We have had temperatures of 30C since Monday.  Today it reached a high of 35C.   Years ago my sister and I were quite comfortable sitting all afternoon on the beach at Falcon Lake.  I could not expose myself to the sun like that these days.

June 9th my husband and I spent the afternoon at our daughter’s event in Winnipeg.  The event was a public fun day for the Society for the Ethical Treatment of Kraken.  I spent several days polishing my 5 silver tea services for the High Tea held during the latter part of the event.  My daughter made the most impressive food for the tea.  She constantly amazes me with her talents and creative genius.

Grandson came over on the Father’s Day weekend.  He arrived Saturday morning and stayed until Sunday afternoon.  We discussed the particulars of his upcoming move.  He will be moving in with us on July 10th and starting a new job on July 11th.

Spent this afternoon getting my blood done and getting an x-ray of my right shoulder, right hip and right knee.  My new doctor is being very thorough and is really making an effort in finding out what ails me.   After the blood work and x-ray, we met friends for coffee or I should say ice cream and smoothies.  Too hot for coffee.

I got some new books to read.  Downloaded the new Jonathan Kellerman book called “Night Moves” from Amazon.  The two actual books I got are “The Knowledge” by Martha Grimes and “The Seagull” by Ann Cleeves.  A friend on Facebook introduced me to Ann Cleeves and I have been reading her books ever since.

I have been rather discouraged and depressed these last few weeks so I decided instead of moaning and groaning about my aches and pains I would post the following poem/article.  Hope it helps at least one of you, fellow sufferers.

“Hi. My name is Graves Disease…
I’m an invisible autoimmune disease that attacks your thyroid gland causing you to become hyperthyroid.
I am now velcroed to you for life.
Others around you can’t see me or hear me, but YOUR body feels me.
I can attack you anywhere and anyway I please.
I can cause severe pain or, if I’m in a good mood, I can just cause you to ache all over.
I can make you hyper, not just your thyroid. Then make you drop like a stone; people will probably start to think you have manic depression, doctors certainly will.
Remember when you and energy ran around together and had fun?
I took energy from you and gave you exhaustion. Try to have fun now.
I can take good sleep from you and in its place, give you brain fog and lack of concentration.
I can make you want to sleep 24/7, and I can also cause insomnia.
I can make you tremble internally or make you feel cold or hot when everyone else feels normal.
I can make you feel very anxious or very depressed.  I can also cause other mental health problems.
I can make your hair fall out, become dry and brittle, cause acne, cause dry skin; the sky is the limit with me.
I can take you, you won’t be able to remember what you wanted to say two minutes ago. I can even make you forget words, names, and events.
I can make you lose weight no matter how much you eat.
I can make your thyroid gland swell so much it hurts to eat while making you so hungry you have to eat all day long.
I can make your eyes swell so that they pop out of the socket.
Some of my other autoimmune disease friends often join me, giving you, even more, to deal with.
If you have something planned, or are looking forward to a great day, I can take that away from you. You didn’t ask for me. I chose you for various reasons.
I thrive on stress. You may have a family history of me. Whatever the cause, I’m here to stay.
I hear you’re going to see a doctor to try and get rid of me. That makes me laugh. Just try. You will have to go to many, many doctors until you find one who can help you effectively.
You will be put on the wrong medication for you, pain pills, sleeping pills, energy pills, told you are suffering from anxiety or depression, given anti-anxiety pills and antidepressants.
Even when they do know it’s me, you’ll spend years trying the right medications, you may have the parts I attack removed or killed to get rid of me. That won’t work;  I’ll still be here, and I’ll still attack you.
There are so many other ways I can make you sick and miserable, the list is endless; high cholesterol, gallbladder issues, blood pressure issues, blood sugar issues, heart issues among others.  That’s probably me.
Can’t get pregnant, or have had a miscarriage?
That’s probably me too.
Teeth and gum problems? TMJ? I told you the list was endless.
You may be given a TENs unit, get massaged, told if you just sleep and exercise properly I will go away.
You’ll be told to think positively, you’ll be poked, prodded, and MOST OF ALL, not taken seriously when you try to explain to the endless number of doctors you’ve seen, just how debilitating I am and how sick you really feel. In all probability you will get a referral from these ‘understanding’ (clueless) doctors, to see a psychiatrist.
Your family, friends, and co-workers will all listen to you until they just get tired of hearing about how I make you feel, and just how debilitating I am.
Some of them will say things like “Oh, you are just having a bad day” or “Well, remember, you can’t do the things you use to do 20 YEARS ago”, not hearing that you said 20 DAYS ago.
They’ll also say things like, “if you just get up and move, get outside and do things, you’ll feel better.” They won’t understand that I take away the ‘gas’ that powers your body and mind to ENABLE you to do those things.
Some will start talking behind your back.  They will call you a hypochondriac while you slowly feel that you are losing your dignity trying to make them understand, especially if you are in the middle of a conversation with a “normal” person, and can’t remember what you were going to say next.  You’ll be told things like, “Oh, my grandmother had that, and she’s fine on her medication” when you desperately want to explain that I don’t impose myself upon everyone in the exact same way, and just because that grandmother is fine on the medication SHE’S taking, doesn’t mean it will work for you.
The only place you will get the kind of support and understanding in dealing with me is with other people that have me. They are really the only ones who can truly understand.
I am Graves Disease.”  Shared by Angie Andews Falwell.

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May 20, 2018

Days like today are miserable.  I woke up with horrendous fatigue and an overall feeling of doom and gloom.  What causes pain to be so much worse on some days when medication does not help at all?  I slept till 3:00 PM this afternoon and felt very guilty for wasting a day.  Sometimes the guilt is almost as bad as the pain.  I feel guilty that I left the kitchen a mess overnight.  I feel guilty that the house is untidy.  Most of all I feel guilty that my husband has to put up with these pathetic times when all I do is sleep.  When I think about the future I feel both sad and angry that this is what my life will be like until the end.  No peace and no joy.

Yesterday afternoon I watched the Royal Wedding.  Britbox carried the event all day so I did not have to get up at 4:30 AM to watch.  By the way, Britbox is a great service featuring British TV programs and movies at a very reasonable monthly price.  Another service featuring British TV programs, movies as well as Swedish, Australian, Danish programs. is called Acorn.  Check them out online.  Today I found that CBS is streaming its’s programs.   At this rate, there is no need for cable TV.

Since I have nothing interesting to post I will continue my writing on another day.  I hope you all are having a better Sunday than I am.

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May 6, 2018

A Daily Struggle –
Poem About Living With Incurable Chronic Pain

A Daily Struggle - Poem About Living With Incurable Chronic Pain

A Daily Struggle – Poem About Living With Incurable Chronic Pain

I may not look ill but I am,
I suffer pains, you just can’t understand.
The pain and stresses I go through each day,
you’ll be surprised at some of the things that I’m going to say.
The fear of living in continuous pain,
will affect your body and your brain.
Never knowing what the future will be,
will I have more pain, how will I live, pay my bills and will I be granted disability.
These are just a few to name,
they put your stomach in knots and leave paranoia in your brain.
The part of not knowing is the most stressing you see,
stress causes flare-ups and more misery.
Depression will then start to set in,
you’ll feel hopeless,
a burden and alone to begin.

Every single emotion floods through the mind,
not one can you focus on,
it’s too difficult to unwind.
You will cry, you will rage, you will seclude yourself.
You will feel as no one cares or is willing to help.
Soon you will notice you don’t have as many friends.
They and family have abandoned you and you’re at your wit’s end.
You’ll be frustrated at doctors and nurses alike,
they don’t seem to listen to you or write you off with a strike.
People will say it’s all in your head,
get up, go to work, why are you laying in bed.
Unless you have it, you will never understand or know,
this is but a glimpse of it, I’m telling you so.

I am the voice,
the one who can explain,
what pains we feel and what goes on in our brain.
Listen to me and heed my advice,
our pain is real and is like being gutted by fire and ice.
We want doctors who listen,
to medicate us right,
not be afraid of the government,
we are human and have rights.
We know there is nothing that will make our pain and stresses go away,
we just want to be comfortable in any sort of way.
We are survivors and warriors you see and I’ll tell you just why.
It takes one you see to get up each day and try.
Try to get out of bed and do what needs to be done,
being the sacrificial lamb for all our loved ones.
Trying to do everything that everyone wants,
while going through tremendous pain,
our smiles a front.

Many different masks we wear,
it’s just what we do.
So you don’t have to see the pain we’re really going through.
It drains us and leaves us tired and weak,
not to mention we are unable to sleep.
Up all night, missing who we once use to be.
Asking ourselves repeatedly, Oh God why me.
This is what we go through and rest a sure it’s not a game.
This is what’s like to live in chronic pain.

– From The Chronicle of The Insomniac Writer


About the Author – 

I May Not Look Ill Poem


My name is Brian McGrath and I am a Chronic Pain Warrior. I suffer from chronic pain due to a failed back surgery with instrumentation. Neuropathy, Disc Degenerative Disease, Depression, as well as pain from other surgical procedures that were necessary due to my fall at work. I am currently 45 and disabled, unable to work again from a work-related accident that occurred when I was 39. Throughout all of this, I feel my daughter has suffered the most. She was only 7 when this happened to me and I was unable to do a lot of the things that a father should do with his child. She and I both missed out on memories to be made due to this.  

Source: I May Not Look Ill – Poem About Living With Chronic Pain

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May 5, 2018


Seems I have trouble getting motivated to keep my blog current.  I have good intentions and actually plan on blogging at least once a week but for some reason, my good intentions keep going down the drain.  Again I promise to try to do better.

Patches and Gaby are adjusting really well.  Patches has been friendly and affectionate right from the get-go but Gaby has taken her time to show affection.  Last week she finally wagged her little tail.  They love their walks.  They have only been with us for a few weeks but I can not imagine a life without them.

Cousins Morley and Ann drove up from Minneapolis on April 22nd and we were able to meet them for supper and spend a lovely evening together.  We always look forward to their visits.

Healthwise this April was another “pain in the butt”.  The barometric pressure certainly did a number on my poor “ole” bones.  Just a few weeks ago we were still experiencing temperatures at night as low as -17C.  Another problem that decided to plague me yet again was Restless Leg Syndrome.  My legs jerked and spasmed for 24 hours. Mind you all that moving around contributed to me losing 10 lbs.  Restless Leg Syndrome affects my body from my hips down to my toes.  My dear friend Jan from New Jersey tells me that when she has problems with Restless Leg Syndrome it can take over her whole body.  I cannot imagine what a nightmare that must be.  A few days after the nightmare of my spasming legs my blood pressure decided to crash.  I felt really weak, dizzy and extremely tired for two days before I finally checked my blood pressure.  Imagine my surprise when it was 80/53.  Checked it again a few hours later and it was 80/60.  The following day it got up to 113/60.   A few days after the blood pressure incidents I woke up with a raging bladder infection.  By 7:00 AM I had consumed three-quarters of a gallon jug of Cranberry Cocktail.   Mind you it did help the burning sensation but that was about all.  Finally at 1:30 PM I took my sorry butt to the nearest walk-in clinic where I was told I had a rampant infection.  Thank goodness for antibiotics.  Enough about my trials and tribulations.  May will hopefully be a more enjoyable month.

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April 13, 2018

ourtwopuppiesFriday the 13th has turned out to be a lucky day.  We have been talking about getting another dog for quite some time.  What has held us back is our age.  My husband is worried about what would happen if we were no longer able to care for the dog.  He does have a point.  This morning I noticed that Animal Rescue in our city needed a foster home for the two dogs pictured above.  Thankfully we qualify for the role of foster parents and should be getting these two ragamuffins in a few days.  I can hardly wait.  This house has been missing a dog for quite some time.

This week has been a bit better pain wise.  If only the weather would stabilize and give me and others who suffer constant chronic pain a break.  The barometric pressure can cause havoc with my body.  However, over the years I have developed strategies for coping with the pain.  When the pain gets really bad I try to sleep as much as possible.  When not sleeping I will crash on the couch and try to keep my mind off the discomfort by reading.  Reading has saved what little sanity I have left.  I have learned not to make plans to far in advance.  The degree of chronic pain and discomfort varies from day to day.  Some days I take my meds as soon as I wake up and I am able to function almost like a normal person.  Other days I take my meds as soon as I wake up but relief eludes me.    Whoever decides how much pain to hand out decided a year ago that I needed more torment by allowing my body to grow bone spurs on my right knee.  The pain can be excruciating.   Two weeks ago I was diagnosed with bone spurs on my left knee.  When I feel myself getting very angry and annoyed at my health situation I remind myself that there are many others who suffer much more than I do.

My daughter finished the Fascinator she was making for a bride to wear at her upcoming wedding.  She also made a miniature Fascinator for the bride’s daughter.  My daughter is such a talented and creative person and I am so proud of her.  She tries and most often is successful in the keeping the monster called Bipolar Disorder at bay.


Bride’s Fascinator


Daughter’s Fascinator

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April 8, 2018

The end of March was a difficult time for me.   My 70th birthday on March 28th really threw me for a loop.  Quite frankly, I have no idea why turning 70 affected me in such a negative way.  Our only grandchild, Benjamin turned 24 on April 5th.

This year Easter happened between my birthday and Benjamin’s birthday.  Our daughter once again invited us to her house on Easter Sunday not only to celebrate Easter but to celebrate my birthday and Benjamin’s birthday.   Natasha made a fabulous lunch which included her famous scalloped potatoes, my favourite gingerbread cake, and Benjamin’s favourite banana bread cake.  Thank you, Natasha, for once again making our family get together a very special time.


Natasha and her dad spent alternate weekends in February and March working on a High striker for The Society of Ethical Treatment of Kraken Tea in June.  Here is Natasha’s comment copied from her Facebook page,  “Our High striker, or Strength- tester, is almost ready.  Just a few more tweaks and it will be ready for the Tea.  My dad and I made it together.  We had a wonderful and hilarious time engineering this beasty. Thanks so much, dad!!!   I have missed these projects with my dad.  He is 71 and I am spending as much quality time with him as I can. These are the true quality moments in life. The ones that make you think, make you cherish, and are the memories you will have to keep”.

As you know my husband and I have been searching for a new family doctor.  After much nonsense from the Doctor Find Association, we were finally given the name of a doctor in Winnipeg whose clinic is a 45-minute drive from our house.  My husband saw him first and was very impressed with the appointment.  Thanks to this new doctor Peter now has a cardiologist.  I had my appointment last week and I too was very impressed.  All my fears and worries came to nothing; he prescribed and renewed my medications without a hesitation.  Talk about a load being lifted from my shoulders.



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March 21, 2018

singingberthaSeveral sites are now offering DNA profiles for a price.  Ancestry.ca is such a site.  I have always been curious about my background; where I came from and what kind of people made up my genetic family.  I was adopted in 1948 at the age of 6 months.  In those days the powers that be must have considered a detailed medical history unnecessary.  All my adoption papers said was that there was no mental illness or venereal disease in the family.  Weird but then it was 1948 and just after the war.

To make a long story short, my dad while at an auction sale in a small town about 40 miles from where I grew up helped an elderly woman pull a wagon full of plants across the street.  They introduced themselves and when my dad heard the lady’s last name he asked if she knew of a baby given up for adoption about 35 years ago with the same last name.  She said no at first but later, just before she left for her house and my dad returned to the auction sale she asked him to bring me along to her estate sale which was happening in three weeks.  She told my dad she wanted to see me again.

After much persuasion, I consented to go to this lady’s estate sale which was a bizarre experience, to say the least.  My dad went ahead in his truck and my mom and I followed a short time later.  When I walked into the lady’s yard everyone went silent even the auctioneer.   My mom and I were taken into this summer kitchen and I was introduced to “relatives”.  Several of the older women started to cry.  They knew my birth mom and told me that I looked exactly like her.

This meeting at the auction site led to me meeting my birth mom, half-sister and one of my birth mom’s cousins.  After some time my birth mom and I went to the offices of Child and Family Services and it was confirmed that she had given birth to me.

My birth mom could not for reasons I do not know tell me the real name and the truth about my birth father.  While living in British Columbia I did a lot of research and found who I believed to be my half siblings.  My birth father had passed away a number of years before I found his family.  However, I had never had official confirmation that this man was indeed my birth father.

aaSisters 500x500My mom and dad adopted my sister four years after they adopted me.  I remember going to the nursey at the Women’s Pavilion in Winnipeg to see my new, 10-day old sister.  A kind nurse had invited my dad and me to come in to see the new baby.  I also remember that my dad and I were “chased” out of the nursery by the head nurse who was very upset that a “child” had been allowed into the newborn nursery.  My dad and I went to the park across the street while we waited for my mom to get my sister ready to take home with us.  My sister and I were adopted by a wonderful couple who truly loved us.

Back to my Ancestry.ca story.  My son and daughter in law gave my husband and me DNA kits from Ancestry.ca for Christmas.  My husband got his results two weeks ago but I was told that they were unable to get a profile from the sample I sent so I would have to redo it.  Even though my husband can trace his family back to the 1600’s there were a number of people with similar DNA profiles; people that were unknown to him.  Last week my son and daughter in law got their DNA profiles.  My son called us the day he received his and wanted to know how he could be related to a woman I will call Jane Doe; not only be related too but closely related as a sister or aunt.  I knew immediately who he was talking about.  Jane Doe was the only daughter of my birth father and my half-sister.  What made this so important to me was that I now have official confirmation that I was right about the identity of my birth father.  It truly is a small world.

You have to wonder how many secrets will be uncovered with these DNA profiles.  I did not realize when sending in my DNA sample that I would be given the names of people who had similar DNA profiles.

At the beginning of February, we noticed a feral cat that seemed to live under our deck.  Being the animal lovers that we are we immediately bought cat food and put out some blankets and a bowl of food for this poor creature.  My husband named the cat “Lollipop”.  It did not take long and Lollipop was joined by other stray cats.  It became a daily ritual to make sure the food bowls were filled.

To keep track of Lollipop and her “gang” my husband set up an infrared camera outside and a TV screen inside so we could watch the cats enjoying their buffet.  The neat thing about this camera was that it was capable of filming in the dark giving us a lovely clear video.  The first night the camera was up you can imagine our surprise at what popped up on the camera once the cats had finished their nightly feast.  Check the video below:

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March 14, 2018

3116583_400x400_bg-whiteOh, where to begin.  As you will have noticed on my February 5th post that there is not much love lost between me and the useless family doctors that were foisted on us since 2017.  I was ready to go escape into the wilderness.

My husband made a second visit to the Provincial Minister of Health.  As the meeting came to an end the Provincial Minister of Health told my husband he could put his name to any correspondence with Doctor Find or the College of Physicians and Surgeons.  As soon as this happened my husband wrote a letter of complaint to the big boss at Doctor Find.  It did not take long and she was on the phone with us.  After promising to fix what happened to us she put Numskull on the phone.  My husband held the phone receiver for 15 minutes while Numskull went on and on until she had talked herself out.  When finally able to get a word in edgewise my husband told her that we expected her to find us a proper, educated doctor.  Not even 30 minutes later she called us to let us know that she had the name of a Winnipeg doctor and clinic that were willing to take new patients.  Very impressive after the ridiculous information we were given during her first phone call to our house.

This clinic almost seems to good to be true.  It is located close to Bishop Grandin in Winnipeg.  Peter was first to have an appointment with the nurse practitioner.  She was very concerned that there had been no followup by his then family doctor or by a cardiologist following his heart attack in October.  Peter told her about his concerns especially his high blood pressure.   The nurse practitioner immediately made an appointment with our new family doctor.  Peter saw him five days later and the new doctor changed his blood pressure medication.  His blood pressure was under control within 24 hours.  The new family doctor sent Peter for blood work and an EKG.  Amazing this new doctor called my husband on a Sunday afternoon to voice his concerns over the recent bloodwork.  A doctor that shows this much concern is a keeper.  He faxed a second requisition for more blood work the next day.

My appointment with the nurse practitioner happened a week later.  I was very impressed with her approach and her concerns about my medical issues.  Unless she is a brilliant actor, I believe I can trust her to advocate for me.  I have an appointment to meet my new family doctor early in April.

On to a lighter topic.  Several months ago while browsing in the local thrift store one afternoon I noticed a whole wall of frames, some with pictures, some with matts and some just empty frames.  As anyone who knows me knows that I love to cover my walls with pictures, watercolours, oils, prints and other forms of artwork.  Family photos are hung on the main floor hall as well as on the shelves and walls in the downstairs family room.  That afternoon I bought up as many frames as I thought would work for me and thus a new hobby was made.  Since then I have spent many enjoyable hours searching for frames at the local thrift store and mixing matts and frames with suitable pictures.  My only problem is that I am fast running out of wall space.

So much for today.  Will try to blog more frequently.



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February 5, 2018

3116583_400x400_bg-whiteThis blog has been neglected for a while and the reason is that I was so devastated when I realized I had been had by my new so-called family doctor, Dr. Miraculum.  He was absolutely not a miracle but a horrible hindrance in my search for medical care.  He “was” my husband’s family doctor and when my husband asked if he would consider taking me on as a patient he immediately said “yes”.   I naively thought that the December 8th appointment had gone well and that he understood my issues and medications.  Dr. Miraculum will from now on be referred to as Dr. Looser.

My second appointment with Dr.Looser was on occurred on January 19th.  My purpose for making this appointment was to get a refill on my Elival prescription.  My suspicious nature immediately clicked into overdrive when he insisted on changing the dosage of this medication.  He changed it by cutting the dosage in half without properly explaining why.  I then broached the topic of changing my pain medication prescription over to him, he showed his true colours.  He made exaggerated claims about the dangers of the pain medication I was taking.   Dr. Looser finally agreed to give me a week’s worth of pain meds which he insisted must last me for three weeks.   He told me to wait in the front reception area and he would write out the prescription.  It seemed to take forever so my husband checked to see what was taking so long.  At this point, Dr. Looser’s nurse asked me to join her in a back consultation room.  She had in her hand several papers and the prescription.  She said that I would have to sign the papers she handed over if I wanted to get the prescription.  The papers I was given were a joke and the only purpose they served was that if I was a stupid enough to sign them I could eventually be called a criminal.  Needless to say, I had the wherewithal to say no to signing the forms and no to the prescription.

During the first appointment, I noticed that Dr. Looser had trouble looking at me; not my husband just me.  During the second appointment, it became even more obvious that this man had a problem looking at women; at least I hope it is women and not just me.  He took my blood pressure but refused to let me roll up the sleeve of my sweater or take my arm out of the sleeve so he could get a proper reading.

It seems a shame that I, a senior citizen, pushing 70 is made to feel like a criminal and painted with the same brush as a person who buys street drugs.  Around about 1998 I was put on pain medication by my family doctor at the time.  He has since moved on to bigger and better things; being a family doctor did not suit his long-term plans.  He sent me to the pain clinic where my prescribed medication was reviewed and deemed very suitable for my medical conditions.  Now suddenly the notion that pain medications make life tolerable for people with chronic pain has been replaced by the notion that pain medications have no place in society.  Trust me when I say that all the pain medications I have taken have never taken care of all the pain.  The medications make the pain tolerable and make it possible for me to get out of bed in the morning.’

My husband had an appointment with our provincial minister of health.  He told my husband that it had never been his or the government’s intention to deprive 70-year-old upstanding citizens of their medication for chronic pain.  However, our zealous doctors cannot comprehend the difference between a 70-year-old with chronic pain or an addicted street urchin who will sell their soul for Fentanyl.

On a more pleasant note, my daughter is in the processing of organizing the tea described below.


3rd Annual Society For the Ethical Treatment Of Kraken Tea And Bazaar

  • Saturday, June 9 at 12 PM – 5 PM
  • Crescent Fort Rouge United Church
  • 525 Wardlaw Avenue, Winnipeg, Manitoba R3L 0L9
  • Public – Hosted by Natasha Klassen and 6 others
3rd Annual Ladies Tea and Bazaar organized by the Society for the Ethical Treatment of Kraken.  New this year is the Grinder’s Underground Market (a new and larger area for vendors with a secret speakeasy kind of theme) a High Tea, Radio Play and new additions to the outdoor event area as well!
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