And yeah, I'm 55 next month...don't believe those stupid Viagra ads
At about 50, I didn't need any help. I mean to be able to lift things...
Yeah, I was alright at one time, ran into a thing or two but I had my strength and balance.
On occasion physical mishap took me. I wiil not mention getting shott because I was young and in a few months it was as if it never happened, l Took a .38 about 1" under the left eye. My bones were always tough, and it looks like my bones deflected the bulet down to my neck, where it is to this day.
I was fine, I worked out. Later I got a used mattress and it was delivered in the rain. I slept on it for months. I lived up, the olman lived down and we split the bills except electric because of air conditioning. He died, I moved down and the mold was discovered when the docs could not figure it out. It was between the mattress and box.
Next was the fall. See we had bedbugs, the whole town did and they closed three schools over it. I got rid of my bed and was sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor. I got up in the morning and fell straight down on my (_|_). STRAIGHT DOWN. This traumatised my liver, kidneys and even lungs apparently/. They tried to say it is all from drinking but I never had the ascities before. (retaining fluid in abdomen)
For a time I was good. Sparring. Man he never lost a fight, kicked me 20' across the room and I came running back and said "Do that again". He did, then i came back and said "That will do".
We came up with all kinds of unorthodox ways to work out, as a result for example you could knock a person out BEHIND YOU.
I did not name myself Terminator, my friend's kids did. And it stuck.
To be reduced to barely being able to walk is like, death to me.
But I ain't ready yet.
T