I recently had a kidney infection, involving loss of bladder control, inability to move without tremendous effort (and needing to be carried about), and a good deal of metal depression and confusion.
When one's kidneys are not doing their job, poisons they should filter out of the blood accumulate and all sorts of things manifest.
Now I'm only 72, and I don't consider that old. It is long in the tooth, to be sure, but I don't think I even begin to look my age, except of course my beard is grey (salt and pepper). I had figured I was good for at least another couple decades.
Well that changed my mind. Modern medicine saved me and with a few antibiotics and anti-inflammatories and I don't know what all, I was up and about in a day. I have however had a setback and we did it all a second time. Makes me wonder, of course. (Continued next post).
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