Sunday, July 1, 2012

Define a new word - Medistration


Medistration; 
 I have become aware that my body has deteriorated.  Not through misuse, although to be fair there has been a sufficiency of that, but mainly through the unsympathetic lottery that is my genetic inheritance.  This fatal genetic lottery is compounded rather than addressed by formulaic responses of the medical profession.   I have been advised by experts, that while some lifestyle habits do go a long way to shortening a lifespan, there is also just the dumb luck of being born without the bodily compounds that provide some people longevity.
 Lets take cholesterol as a for instance.
The humanoid has generally developed over the millennia from being an opportunistic consumer of available foodstuffs. Trial and error in tasting these foodstuffs had rather defining consequences which, while regional, were quickly observed and slowly communicated between tribes of wanderers.  Such gradual development and learning has resulted in our ability to identify, consume or avoid a wide range of consumables from animal to legumes, fruits to fungi. 
If you were to set out to determine the genetics of your inherited human lineage you would find the compounding of copulation over millennia so complex it would confound solution.  There is no chance of determining if, for example, an individual’s prehistoric genetic forebears were mainly meat eaters or gross vegetarian.  One thing for sure is that the tribes who were mainly meat eaters and consumers of fermenting foods developed so that their fatty, ethanol spiked diet could be tolerated by their uniquely efficient liver enzymes.  Gatherers, grazers and gross vegetarians had little need for what we now know are the cholesterol breaking compounds.  So it was that by regional resources and the subsequent dietary division, humanoid tribes developed or did not develop a cholesterol tolerance.
With infinite cross-breeding, and after tens of thousands of years some of us humanoids won the cholesterol tolerant lottery and some of us did not.  This would be fine if the tribes had stayed where they were and kept eating what they had always eaten.   Globally though, tribes have integrated and the food chain has long since altered to present everyone with access to commonly desirable foodstuffs, and to satisfy the enduring delight for alcohol.  
Regrettably, for those who did not win the genetic cholesterol lottery there is the inevitable prospect of what is now blanket-termed, heart disease.   Heart disease is any number of things but mostly relates to the fact the heart can’t do what it wants to do, it wants to pump blood as needed.  Most typically the diseased heart can’t pump as well as it wants to because cholesterol  and  nicotine, but that is off topic, have a way of gradually, irreversibly hardening and coating arteries, veins and chambers of the heart.  Vessels become affected by a fatty crust that restricts flow, flexibility and function.  This is not a pleasant thing to look at in a corpse, especially if you are the corpse. Especially if there was a choice in your lifestyle.
All humanoids have an enduring desire to continue to live, an ability to reason how to ensure they do, and the intelligence to invent and develop change.  So it is that we all now live in a population of chemically altered existences we term ‘on medication’, some self-subscribed, most prescribed.  You never know if the person you are dealing with is effected or unaffected by chemical compounds.   
Who hasn’t benefited from pain numbing analgesics or from a mood enhancing substance or some equally benign and preferable chemical reaction?  There is an underlying human presumption of individual invincibility, in one’s own ability to overcome.  And so it is, if presented with an option of a shorter lifespan, we opt for treatment and medications which may extend our time of reason.  
 In the case of heart disease we are provided various chemicals to relax the vessels, to lower cholesterol, to slow the heart, to calm the mind, and to reduce adrenalin. 
Problem is medical practitioners are just not that clever.  Because we are not all from the same blend of genetic forebears the chemicals we use are at best designed for a presumed average response but at worst they are intolerable for the individual.  Treatment becomes a trial and error between chemistry and the individual’s willingness to accept the side effects of generalised chemical solutions.
Again the variety of responses is vast and the willingness of the individual to adapt and accept is a mercurial thing at any time.  What we end up with is a large raft of our population being medicated for longevity but diminished by chemical side effects.  Given the current obesity, alcohol and eating trends, people from twenty to eighty years of age are consenting to chemical cholesterol treatment.  These treatments invariably have side effects which manifest in altered movement and mindset.  It is wise if you consider this in your daily dealings with the general public, acquaintances and even friends and family.  It is wise to wonder how many people you deal with are not partially or totally stoned out of their normal state of reason.
No-one wants to rely on chemicals to live but the dilemma of choosing longevity with side-effects over a limited future results in a frustrating medicated existence.  I have termed this medistration.
Thankfully because we are such a developed life form, the patient is told of the chance of side effects , not really so they can decide, there is no decision, but so they are aware that they may suffer, for example; swelling tongue,  breathing difficulty, memory loss, skin peeling, depression,  muscle weakness, loss of feeling, blurred vision and a long list of other behavioural and experiential changes.  Again, it’s a lottery, but the person should expect to notice some of these in some form.  As will you when you meet them.
Better than being dead. 
But it does leave feelings of reduced capacity, of regrettable compromise, the inability to rationalise an alternative, a defeat, or a grudging acceptance.  A sense of medistration that is apparent in conversation, recollection or attitude.

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