RAMBLINGS 2019 (03)
It is the second day of the third month of the year two thousand and nineteen and I am seventy-six years and one hundred and fifty-three days old. Isn’t that just earth shattering information? Yep! There are seven billion, seven hundred million inhabitants on this old rock and I don’t think most of them give a damn. Seeing as I’m in one of my cynical moods, I think it is a fine time to layout the pros and cons of my physical (and possible mental) condition-
Pros: – I’m alive, breathing, and capable of movement, thinking, and speech. [(Cogito ergo sum, I think therefore I am)] which really isn’t saying much.
Cons: – Here the fun begins (hope I have enough paper to print all this). Let’s start at the top and work our way down. I stand roughly 1.7 metres (170cm). If I use centimetres it looks and sounds like I’m tall Alas, I’m dreaming but it sounds good. Ah hell, it’s 10:15 pm and I’m off to bed. I’ll continue this tomorrow. After all tomorrow is a new day. Wonder what genius thought that up.
Damn! Slept in this morning which is unusual for me? Anywho back to the Cons. As stated, I will start at the top and work my way down.
I have Male Pattern Baldness. (In other words, my scalp is being prepared as a landing strip for flies). I have lost on average 55% of my hearing and 30 kilos overweight. I wear glasses, and have false upper teeth. I have a stent in my heart (had three heart attacks) Esophageal Reflux and Type 2 Diabetes. I also have an Aortal Aneurism. Hang on I’m just getting started. Still on the inside, I also suffer from COPD the result of smoking for almost 60 years. I also have a stent in my right Urethra the result of a kidney stone being passed and cutting it. Before I forget, I also had a ruptured right Femoral Artery. I also have three lower vertebrae fused.
I was hoping to get this done to-day but it will have to be put on hold until to-morrow.
Just got in from having my Taxes done so I’ve got some spare time to do some more Cons. I left off with the Femoral Artery so whilst we’re on the lower extremities, I will mention that I have scars from first, second, and third degree burns. I also have a scar on my left front ankle from being stung by a sand ray. Well that just about sums up what’s wrong with me and I know I’ve left many things off the list.
If I were a car, I would be on my way to the Junk Yard but seeing, as I’m human that option isn’t available (at least legally). This should take care of the period of self -cynicism I’m in just now. Hell, by this time next week I’ll be back to my old grouchy self.