This reads like Euthanasia for Fosse. I mean, they are bad. But they are not death sentence bad are they ?
No good story ever begins with a glass of water and an early night. a life lived and enjoyed is all that matters.
I disagree. Like I said, partly it's down to your genes. But it's not a total lottery. If you smoke, drink, eat **** and don't exercise, then chronic diseases are gonna catch up with you.
Anyway, early start tomorrow. Leicestersieshire bound for a meeting. Will be the smartest in the room, it’s full of folk from Leicester. won’t expect any meeting jokes.
Well it's taking it's time catching up with me, and even you got a long way to go to catch up with me, lots can happen in a decade. I'd saying riding a pushbike is way more dangerous than that bacon butty I'm going to eat.
that more recent generations are more health conscious and look after themselves better . Check the figures for obesity in children , long term sickness in younger folk etc christ half the country can't be bothered to walk to the end of the street the best they can manage is hop on their electric scooter
Oh okay, I meant the other bit lol. About when people tell themselves they can no longer do things, so they give up, and guess what ? then they can't do the things that they once could.
have to agree that psychology is a key part of keeping going. had a spell when my mind took over and was almost bedbound while on dialysis(sorry for the rambling about this) focus and a return to work/treatment mix really got me going and as fit/active physically and mentally as I could be.
No need to apologise fella, it's inspiring to hear this sort of stuff Had a mate who was on dialysis and he went through something similar. Eventually though he had a transplant, and is still going strong nearly 25 years later. But yeah, I'm a huge advocate of this idea that it all starts in the mind. If you tell yourself that you are old and can't do things, then you will just shape your behaviour to fit that paradigm and it will become a self fulfilling prophecy.
Think it was the supervet thing, Noel Fitzpatrick. Labour with a cancer in its leg, was ill and its tail wagged, took its leg, got rid of the cancer and it’s tail still wagged and loved life still. moral of the story, be more dog. you accept your situation, but adapt. 25 years is amazing, halfway there…just about.
Fair play to you fella - having had my father die at 49 from a heart attack and his father the same before he was 60, always suppressed thoughts of my own mortality from the same - quadruple heart bypass at 57 was tough but almost a relief having now passed both those paternal markers - just gotta get on with it eh? Life is for the living ...
