Struggling with chronic discomfort and limited mobility from crumbling disks in the lumbar region. But that’s just getting older, unfortunately. The price of bipedalism, I suppose.
Thank you for asking.
A little pissy it happened so early since I’m not even 50 yet, so it feels like I got robbed of at least 10 years of my active life.
On the other hand, fair trade. I’ve survived quite a number of things that should have taken me out if it weren’t for luck or hardiness. I bounced back from that hit and run pretty quickly. Fell a few stories out of a tree once. I’ve also survived a tornado that went directly over me and collapsed the building I was in. Fought a guy in jail who was about 250 lbs of pure muscle (lost that one, lol, got a trip to the hospital and concussion for my trouble), almost froze to death one night (was literally wavering back and forth between the land of eternal sleep and life before I peeled myself off the ground and stumbled my way through a snow storm for shelter) another hospital trip for trying to save one of our customers in the middle of a city wide riot and bar fight (I was in the local newspaper for that. Earned a punctured lung and some broken ribs). Accidentally released a bunch of chlorine gas into an apartment complex (I could feel the vapors on my skin when I ran in to shut everything off, shoo). A few other manglings not worth going into detail about.
Knock on wood, turns out I’m pretty hard to kill.
Anyway, long story short, I’ll take a little genetic back pain in light of the tremendous luck I’ve had since none of my misadventures left me with any permanent damage.
Good thing, too, healthcare costs are the deadliest thing out there.
Ha, you’d think so. Somehow I’m still the low man on the totem pole in the friend group, tho. One buddy did a few tours in Afghanistan. He’s got stories that make your palms sweaty just listening to them. Another is a professional extreme sports competitor and owns his own martial arts studio. Two of my besties, husband and wife, she was the captain of a highly ranked roller derby team, he was the coach. Sheesh, just my luck, can’t impress people like that. 😅
What’s wild to me though is like no matter how much stuff people go through in their lives, it’s still so easy to lose sight of one’s own history. The day to day struggles of life are often so all encompassing. The immediacy seems to blot out everything else. Even a decorated veteran, a nationally ranked athlete, or just some bozo who’s got the luck of fools running through his veins… still get lost in the fog of everyday life along with everyone else who’s fighting their own battles.
That’s why I think it’s important for people, especially when they’re down, to stop for a moment and take stock of all the hardships they’ve overcome and all the things there are to be thankful for.
Shit, I know I’m getting old now, waxing philosophical unprompted on a random comment thread. I’m gonna put a cork in it now.
Struggling with chronic discomfort and limited mobility from crumbling disks in the lumbar region. But that’s just getting older, unfortunately. The price of bipedalism, I suppose.
Thank you for asking.
A little pissy it happened so early since I’m not even 50 yet, so it feels like I got robbed of at least 10 years of my active life.
On the other hand, fair trade. I’ve survived quite a number of things that should have taken me out if it weren’t for luck or hardiness. I bounced back from that hit and run pretty quickly. Fell a few stories out of a tree once. I’ve also survived a tornado that went directly over me and collapsed the building I was in. Fought a guy in jail who was about 250 lbs of pure muscle (lost that one, lol, got a trip to the hospital and concussion for my trouble), almost froze to death one night (was literally wavering back and forth between the land of eternal sleep and life before I peeled myself off the ground and stumbled my way through a snow storm for shelter) another hospital trip for trying to save one of our customers in the middle of a city wide riot and bar fight (I was in the local newspaper for that. Earned a punctured lung and some broken ribs). Accidentally released a bunch of chlorine gas into an apartment complex (I could feel the vapors on my skin when I ran in to shut everything off, shoo). A few other manglings not worth going into detail about.
Knock on wood, turns out I’m pretty hard to kill.
Anyway, long story short, I’ll take a little genetic back pain in light of the tremendous luck I’ve had since none of my misadventures left me with any permanent damage.
Good thing, too, healthcare costs are the deadliest thing out there.
wow. I bet your friends call you “nine lives”.
Ha, you’d think so. Somehow I’m still the low man on the totem pole in the friend group, tho. One buddy did a few tours in Afghanistan. He’s got stories that make your palms sweaty just listening to them. Another is a professional extreme sports competitor and owns his own martial arts studio. Two of my besties, husband and wife, she was the captain of a highly ranked roller derby team, he was the coach. Sheesh, just my luck, can’t impress people like that. 😅
What’s wild to me though is like no matter how much stuff people go through in their lives, it’s still so easy to lose sight of one’s own history. The day to day struggles of life are often so all encompassing. The immediacy seems to blot out everything else. Even a decorated veteran, a nationally ranked athlete, or just some bozo who’s got the luck of fools running through his veins… still get lost in the fog of everyday life along with everyone else who’s fighting their own battles.
That’s why I think it’s important for people, especially when they’re down, to stop for a moment and take stock of all the hardships they’ve overcome and all the things there are to be thankful for.
Shit, I know I’m getting old now, waxing philosophical unprompted on a random comment thread. I’m gonna put a cork in it now.
That’s cool fam, thanks for sharing.