It was time for my annual checkup. I was a little disappointed, since I gained 8 pounds (according to the arbitrary clothes weight information from the nurse...it's really 5 pounds) and my blood pressure was a little high.
Still, my heart is the normal size, my lungs looked good on the chest x-ray, and I still have some signs of wear and tear on my spine.
Cholesterol, and other blood work data, will be announced the day after tomorrow.
I don't know about you, but age has been very kind in some aspects, and kicked my ass in others. My weight is at the upper end of what's considered healthy, my gerd and cholesterol are under control, and I generally feel good.
On the ass kicked side: I have a multitude of aches and pains due to the unnatural wear and tear on my body; heavy lifting and injuries are not good on a small fellow like me. Where a six plus foot bruiser can lift, or carry much more than me, the effect on me hasn't been good. In my youth, I wouldn't let anyone of size best me in any endeavor.
So, I'm still operating on eight cylinders, although I'm burning a little oil, my timing is off and the transmission has a tendency to slip on hills.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.