Staying hydrated and dry simultaneously is a major challenge.
Passing gas and bowel
movements, often simultaneous, sounds like a loud explosion. Always
unexpected and gives new meaning to the old army expression of 'blow it
out your ass'. (Thank you Jack Tunnell.)
Diagnosed
with lung cancer at 93 has reduced my life expectancy from immortality
to God knows how long. Shooting for 8 years of remission. Though living
until I'm 104, sounds indescribable. Good or bad, suit yourself. A lot
depends on the size of your bank account.
In
spite of being a 'recovering alcoholic' for 43 years, I still miss being
'whiskey smart'...Don't miss feeling awful (aka feeling like shit)
after an evening of sincere drinking.
Two
'walkers', both distasteful. One seems to incorporate strength training. I
check for laughers, my so called biceps, after using that walker. Never
any change. Instant change a pipe dream.
Getting
old was fun. Breathing hard after sex was good. Breathing hard after
walking 40 steps or having a bowl movement, no fun at all. Heart rate out
the window. But at least I still have one.
Getting dressed and undressed a stretching workout; 25 minutes, coming and going. Haven't put my warmups on backwards lately.
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