40 sucks

On April 22, 2012, I turned 40.

It’s sucked ever since.

First, I began experiencing horrific pain in my back, shooting down my left leg. Turns out I have disc degeneration. I’d been a distance runner for most of my life. It was my love, my joy, my stress release. Now, it’s over.

Second, I started, well, crapping blood. Went to the doctor—I have some sort of Crohn’s-ulcerative colitis hybrid. Stomach does flips, digestion sucks, colonoscopy every year for the rest of my life. Over the past few weeks I’ve been burping up everything. Flippin’ fuck.

I’m a lucky guy. I could die today, and how could I complain about the life I’ve lived? Still, this aging thing is really starting to beat me down. I used to be all active, all the time. I’d think nothing of jumping out the door on a morning like this and running six miles. Now, I’m reduced to the damn stair master. Or, egad, long walks. Maybe a bike ride. But it’s not the same. Not even close to the same.

I pretend everything feels good; try not to complain.

Alas, I’m complaining.

3 thoughts on “40 sucks”

  1. Also, candy doesn’t taste as good. But on the plus side, you are now eligible to get the senior discount at Denny’s.

  2. Dude, it’s life. It happens to all of with variations. You cannot judge your issues against others’ issues. It’s what life is: You play the cards you’re dealt. Or, to use a to use a different gambling metaphor, you live with the throw of the dice. Sometimes you crap out; sometimes you don’t. Real with it.

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