Forgetting what Obamacare is going to do to make maintaining my well being more difficult, I can't help but think about the commercials that emanate from television and the constant stream of contradictory studies that are reported religiously be they valid or not and the tests I'm encouraged to take. What am I to do?
The commercials for various medications are the most intrusive. By the time they list all the disclaimers the last thing I want to do is take the stuff. I especially like it when they tell me to be sure to tell my doctor if I have high blood pressure or corns or whatever. If my doctor doesn't already know why would I have him in the first place?
It seems everything we eat is suspect. Take wine for instance. I enjoy good wine. Too much is bad for me, just enough is supposed to be a tonic for my heart. What is it now, no more than a glass a day for a woman? What size glass? A standard pour? Is that four or six ounces? It can depend on whether you're buying wine by the glass at a wine bar or if you're in a tasting room! Actually, I don't need a study to tell me. If I have too much both my head and my stomach let me know in the morning.
Coffee - good or bad? How much? Again, when I get the jitters it has been too much! Sugar bad. Artificial sweeteners came along and now the jury is out on them. I could go on forever.
And the tests. Bone density, mammograms, colonoscopies, blood sugar, cholesterol, etc. My Mom never had any of those, didn't worry about them and lived to a ripe old 95. I fear if the disease doesn't kill me the worry about getting one will.
Why just today two headlines caught my attention. One informing me that butter flavoring may be linked to Alzheimer's and chemotherapy can boost cancer growth! Well, I don't like artificial butter or any other artificial flavoring. My theory is a reasonable amount won't kill you. What about my cholesterol? If I'd get off my duff and away from this computer, and get out into the yard where something always needs done I'd have little to worry about.
I'll leave you with a couple more to ponder. High blood pressure drugs may be linked to lip cancer and you might be able to determine someone's sexuality by gazing into their eyes.
Maybe I'm too old for romance but the thought of kissing those lips and gazing into those eyes might give me pause. Too much information and all that.
I often speak of my Mother's mantra, "I lived in the good old days." Yep. I finally get it. The key word here is 'lived'!