Yesterday morning I woke, sat up and felt weak. Very weak. Could hardly move. Felt my forehead. Sweating and clammy.
What the hell. Is this it? Am I kicking the bucket? Having the big one?
All I could do was lay in bed and contemplate the heat index in hell.
Turns out it was nothing. Probably dehydration or a hypoglycemic attack.
Took it easy all day. Drank lots of water and walla……………..my stud like body gradually returned.
But, for a portion of the day I must admit to moments of critical concern.
And so it goes. At my age health has become a key issue. Maybe the key.
Every time my internal alarm system goes oops, in that moment, I imagine the worst.
One of the results of my rampant imagination is a real desire to learn more about my health.
Google is an amazing source of information. I’m learning.
Unfortunately, looks like there is a price to pay for the extremes of my youth.
Well that sucks.
“It’s no longer a question of staying healthy. It’s a question of finding a sickness you like.” – Jackie Mason