The Joys of Getting Older

by BrooklynBeast

I am the Yin and Yang of ageing.  On the one hand I am in close to the best shape of my life, I am always mistaken for being 10-15 years younger than I really am and I have the maturity level of my children (did I mention they are quite mature for their age?).  On the other hand, I recently find myself stricken with a large variety of ailments; one would think I am almost close to death.  It has gotten to the point where I am starting to feel bad for my health insurance company.

In the past month I have been told by doctors to:

  • Get a cat scan to diagnose a deviated septum
  • Get a blood test to check for proper liver function
  • Have a sleep study conducted to see if I suffer from sleep apnea
  • Schedule surgery to correct an Epigastric Hernia
  • Take antibiotics to clear up an ear, nose and throat infection
  • Have procedures performed to remove fatty deposits under my skin

I am seriously getting sick of doctors.  Of the above procedures, I have already conducted the sleep study (I am sick of having dreams of suffocating), scheduled the hernia surgery (it will only get worse), and taken my antibiotics.  The worst of it is of course, the hernia.  I have no idea where this came from.  All I know is that if I don’t get it taken care of, it will only get worse.  Once it was diagnosed, the doctor told me it wasn’t an emergency to get it done.  However, I told him to schedule it immediately as I want to get the recovery process over with.  I am told I will have to cease training for at least 4 weeks.  If that is the case, my feeling is to have it done before the end of November, so I can take it easy over the Holidays in December.

The most upsetting part of this is that a month of inactivity will really set me back.  I’ve been on fire with my training lately and I was looking forward to going into the New Year, healthy, motivated and in shape.  Now I have to be extra diligent with my diet so as not to gain weight and I will lose a great deal of aerobic capacity.  I guess I will just have to work harder once the new year arrives, but not so much so that I rip my stitches and cause my guts to fall out.