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Throwing Spaghetti at the Wall

 Do you find that your conversations with friends are dominated by medical complaints, queries, and experiences?  The older I get, the more frequent the medical topics arise.  Even when someone in the group points out that our maladies are monopolizing the conversation, and we switch to our latest book club pick or Netflix binge, the talk seems to drift back to healthcare.  The latest bestseller is hands down more interesting than the latest suggestion to help constipation, kidney stones, neuropathy, fatigue...the list could go on forever.  I venture to guess that if our health issues were easily solved, there wouldn't be a reason for so much discussion.   But as so many of us know, many illnesses have no clear resolution.  Our doctors recommend different treatments hoping that something will help. They want to help, but even some admit, it really is "practicing" medicine in the truest sense of the word.   I liken it to  throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.
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