Somewhere out there in the world, there are healthy people. There are also people who are unhealthy, who if they change some behaviors will be healthy. Then there are those of us who will never be healthy no matter what we do. I've come to realize that if I had been born 100 years before I was, I'd be one of those children who never reached adulthood. I'm also certain that nature abhors being outdone by modern medicine and my continued ill health is just the result of staying too long at this party. My parents had they lived in the 19th century, would have had six to eight children, of which maybe half would have reached adulthood. Instead they had three and we're all still here.
I quit smoking five months ago and I wish I could say I feel better. That's what everyone asks: do you feel better? Quite frankly, no. I was in poor health then and I'm in poor health now. I realize the cigarettes didn't help, but they really didn't hinder me either. Part of this had to do with the current state of health care delivery in the U.S. I'm covered in HMO-land by a series of doctors some of whom are incompetent and most of whom don't give a shit about their patients.
It took me literally years to figure out (on my own) that I was lactose intolerant. No doctor figured it out--just me. And I loved dairy. I exercised, took vitamins, ate well, got eight hours of sleep and was miserably sick anyway. I did not know that as an adult you can develop allergies or intolerances that you previously didn't have.
It also took me literally decades to figure out I had sleep apnea. I'm thin and each time I brought my exhaustion up with my primary care physician, he said--can't be that. Overweight people get that. I had to overrule him and get my own sleep test. Now, a year and a half later, I'm well rested for the first time in my adult life.
These two things I had to do without the help of the medical community. It also put me in the position of not knowing what was really wrong for a long time. I smoked because I lacked the energy to do anything. No amount of caffeine helped. Now I know I was sleep deprived. Now I can actually take allergy medicine for my spring allergies because I can afford to feel a bit tired.
Still, there so many things wrong that I know I have to just accept being in poor health. My joints have ached since I was 30 and I'm now in daily acute pain. I still suffer from sinus and throat somethings that cause me to have a runny nose daily. I can't eat anything without choking at least once during the meal. I have enjoyed eating since the 1970s. I do it only because I have to. Good health? Not me. I've learned to endure, but I've also learned I'll never feel good again.