In 1984, after a fall, I was told that I had a cervical sprain and was experiencing phantom pains.  No physiotherapy; I was told to work it off.  Over the next year, I  was prescribed 20 different medications.  WCB said I had a preexisting condition.  The Federal government sued us and seized our income.  Working it off took 20 years.   

Oct 2023 CT Scan Report: Chronic findings including, but not limited to, mild wedging/compression of several vertebral bodies.

In 2006, after an idiot-induced heart attack, I was told by three different doctors that if I did not take statin medication, I would almost certainly have another heart attack.  Over the next decade, I was prescribed hundreds and hundreds of thousands of dollars of drugs and surgeries.   I stopped taking statins in 2017.  Today, as I write this, I am working them off.   Given my last rate of recovery, I should be recovered by 2037.   I'll be 86.    Millions of doctors believe in statins.  I believe in metabolic pathways, mitochondria and the hippocampus.

In 2021, I found out that I have lung cancer.  In 2022, I underwent six weeks of chemotherapy and radiation treatment.  Chemo was once a week, a three-day roller-coaster ride. Radiation was five days a week and only took 15 minutes.  In my case, I took off my shirt and was strapped to a table using a head and upper mask that had been moulded to me.

Everyone in a cancer ward is sick.  Three to four people an hour were strapped to that table five days a week.

I itch.  My head itches, my back itches, my legs itch, my sides itch, and my anus itches.  IMHO: It's not my hot tub.   It's not my age.  

Maybe it was the treatment, or maybe: it was the table.