Battleangel | Personal

It’s funny really, it’s as if I’m not as young as I used to be. Though the evidence is highly circumstantial I base this conclusion on two things mainly. First of all I have real issues with staying awake. I’ll be glad if I can push it beyond midnight in front of the TV these days. Usually I’m out by eleven o’clock. Nothing new per se. I’ve been ranting on about that before. But there is a more physical component too. Though I have kept pretty much in shape since I stopped running a few years back, I feel increasingly creaky. Muscle pain, that sort of thing. A strict regiment of stretching can take care of most foreseeable issues though.
But just the other day I happened to fall asleep in an awkward position, strained my neck somehow and did a zombie act for four days. It was even worse than that time I fell asleep on the bus to Paris, got a cramp in my leg and hobbled around like an invalid. It’s a bit like falling asleep in the tub I suppose (if I had one, and if it was possible to actually drown that way). Common sense can save one a lot of ailments.

Oh and one more thing. I wonder whatever happened to that aggressive rash I developed on my ankle and leg a few years back. Just came to think of it actually and it’s totally irrelevant but still. That would have been something to save digitally for posterity indeed. I attributed it, most likely incorrectly, to exposure to arachnids and urticating hairs. Does this come off as a little far fetched and even hypochondria?

Come to think of it, I also experimented with Silica Gel and improved intestinal functionality (less gases). Those were the days. That is another thing that you lose, your ambition and curiosity. But still I guess one shouldn’t complain when the only real permanent ailment is gas.