Normally if I have my pants down and an attractive blond woman says, ‘Wow, that’s huge”! I feel pretty good about things. Shoulders back, head up, pirate smile and a gleam in my eye.
Of course, if this woman happens to be a medical professional with a latex glove and only four of five fingers visible, the grin and gleam are as hard to see as the finger.
I would like to say, getting old sucks but that’s not true. I like that I am getting older. I am finally at a point in life that my mind and body are working together. My spirit is lending it self to progress in place of regret. My heart is open and trusting and willing to be dashed if need be.
However – that does not mean that aging is not taking it’s toll. I almost said ‘inevitable’ toll but I no longer believe that. I am going to live forever. So far, so good! I have to much to do, since my time ’till now was squandered. Tossed aside and ignored, abused. Wasted.
I have some residual stuff, old breaks, surgery’s, scars to work with, around. Diet, exercise, mental attitude, therapy, sobriety – all doing their part!
Now, I get to add the prostate to the list of things to ‘deal with’. I’ve had some run-ins with it the past that were not bad. Cipro for six weeks and viola! This time is starting out a bit different. Not only was the medical opinion of “Wow!” a bit disconcerting, the initial test results were not so hot.
Now – the waiting game. My detailed results will not be in until Monday 4/12. Until then, some shotgun meds just in case. If I am lucky, my live forever plan will remain in tact and this is just my prostate getting ahead of my years. I am kinda young for serious BHP Perhaps my body parts lack patience also!
I suppose, with all the healthy, happy stuff there needs to be some opposing force. The world operates on balance. Dang it.
No matter what, things are better. Life is good. Medication helps me say that but thats OK too. Take it as it comes and live it to the fullest every moment I have.
Yoga time.
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