Ailing
My cousin Bobby told me last year, when I turned 26, that everything goes downhill when you turn 27. He told me that’s when he had to start, “taking it easy,” with booze. His metabolism slowed down. Things started to hurt.
As I zero in on 27 years of age (HOLY FUCKING SHIT I MIGHT AS WELL BE FUCKING THIRTY OR FUCKING DEAD OH MY GOD) I have tried to make note of things that have changed in my body. I quit smoking, which fudges my data, but I feel like i have to agree with Bobby.
I’m falling apart.
Dramatic? Yes. But I am now in day two of the worst sore throat in memory, and as Shannon will testify, I’m being a big baby about it. But that’s not my only aliment. There are the cracking knees, the graying hair, the speed of my nose hair growth, headaches, greater chance of hangover when I drink, and less frequent “for no particular reason” erections (a blessing in disguise).
I’m sure I have many, many years ahead of me and I have taken steps (baby, but still) to improve my health. It feels good though to be worrying about my age from a health perspective as opposed to a what-am-I-doing-with-my-life perspective.
