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Saw the Prince of Persia (husbands name for the cardio) put me on statins. gave me a choice $500 test to see if clogged arteries or statins. I said ok low dose I've tried to get cholesterol down but doesn't seem to go down. So 2  days so far seem ok. oh ow the drugs are piling up. Well two. One of the girls at work has high blood pressure and is very bad about taking her meds, now I understand it feels like they are sucking you into being old. In ten minutes you'll end up on 20 meds and a walking frame and spend your life being ferried around surgeries and X-ray and blood collecting centers. Where no one will have time to check the test properly or do anything about it.  

All seems kind of nuts the purpose of life is to prolong life? I dunno I've seen the nursing homes and you have to wonder if its worth that. I wish I felt better in my head, somedays I am not too bad I dont want to upset people by telling them how bad I feel but then they aren't interested anyway. 

Went to an interesting public lecture at the uni  by Prof Julian Gold about the possible role of retro viruses in diseases like MS, there is a new research group at the uni sounds interesting. He is head of the Albion St clinic in Sydney, those guys are such heroes needle exchange, prostitute collective, approachable non-judgmental treatment. I always think about the babies we dont see with HIV, and the woman we look after with drug dependance but not HIV. Could have been such a different picture.  

Asked the Prince a few questions about 3rd degree block he answers were rubbish really and he said they wont take it out. I said there is so little research on it. You would like to have hope that it doesnt happen to others, that they would find a way to prevent or treat it better than this piece of shit. Pacemakers for all they are mesmerized by the engineering wonder are crude and non-human compared to even the simplest organic system.