Actually, 52 and demon change So remember yesterday when I said I didn't mind aging and all that? Well, now I really do, especially since I found out that certain parts of my body decided to age a lot quicker and not tell me. So yeah, I went to the doctor yesterday to get the results of my "Well Woman" exam to learn that I have the lungs of a 57-year-old-three-packs-a-day smoker. So my lungs are twenty years older than my chronological age, and they have a nasty habit that the rest of me doesn't get to enjoy. Or endure, depending on how you look at it. Of course, I do have sarcoidosis of the lungs, which contributes to this phenomena, but losing out on something, even extreme nicotine addiction, makes me feel left out, and gives me flashbacks to elementary school where I was usually the last one picked for kickball. Also, I found out that I have good old fashioned "hardening of the arteries". Of course, I am overweight, which doesn't help, but it turns out that the arteries are thick-walled, yet I don't have any plaque and my cholesterol is excellent and my blood pressure is completely under control. My arteries, however, have decided to be those of your average 64-year-old-couch-potato. What the hell?? Am I reaping the results of a misspent youth?? To now have my body parts age average out to 52.666? Well, the .666 makes sense, I suppose. Sigh. Oh, and I did almost fart on the doctor.
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