The older you get, the harder it is to deal with the extremes, I think. I can vouch for the fact that that's the case for me.
Do not bring that up, please. About a year ago I had a heart attack. First thing I noticed afterward was "shit I can't catch my breath in the heat and I feel like I'm gonna pass out!"
What a drag it is getting old. I used to be so fucking robust. I never imagined late 50s would be like this.
I haven't had the heart problems, but as a lifelong smoker, I've messed myself up and have COPD. A self-inflicted wound, so I have nothing to bitch about. But am tied to O2 now. No fun, so I understand.
That sux. I smoke also, and I sometimes make jokes about emphysema and COPD. After the heart attack, maybe it's time for me to shut the fuck up.
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