Grumble II: The Sequel

Beware the rise of torpitude.

No, hold on – that’s not right. I’m getting a red line underneath torpitude. I don’t think that word exists. Let me try again.

Beware the rise of torpidity. (Yay! That one works.)

I’m no hypochondriac, let’s get that out of the way. Okay, I can moan and whine with the best of them, but usually I get over myself and get on with the job at hand. But that hasn’t been the case recently. I’ve been torpid (not torpedoed – that’s a different action altogether) and out of sorts. So I did what normal people do when they’re feeling this way: I made an appointment to see Dr. Kelly next Tuesday at the Fairview Health Centre.

I’m not overly concerned about my immediate health; but there is history of diabetes, cancer and heart disease in my family. On the plus side, I have my own hair, most of my own teeth and, to my knowledge, all of my ‘bits’ are working to satisfactory levels.

It’s been well over two years since I last sat in a doctor’s surgery, but I know damn well what to expect. I know what my problems are. I smoke two packs a day, I don’t eat well enough or often enough, and I don’t get adequate rest. It’s going to cost me 50euro for Doc Kelly to tell me to quit the fags, eat little but often – not forgetting to include five-a-day fruit and veg portions – and to go to bed early once in a bloody while. No doubt I’ll be told to indulge in aerobic activity, even if it’s too cold at the moment to make love by the sea, and to drastically cut down on my caffeine habit. But if that’s what it takes to get my mojo back, I’ll do what is necessary.

Otherwise I’ll end up like these guys.

Or worse – this guy.

Poor Shane.

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8 responses to “Grumble II: The Sequel

  1. Cool place Jimbo! And I’m glad to see the blue one isn’t around – he orders you around far too much!

    Good luck at the Doc’s, I’m sure that you won’t need it, but you’ve got as much of it as you could possibly need from over here!

    Woohoo! *waves in the general direction of Ireland*

    Oh and thanks for adding a link to me!

    ((mucho Huggage!))

    Mandy

  2. Mandy, your good wishes warm the cockles of my heart. Thanks dearly, dear xoxo

  3. Listening to you grumble is always a pleasure . . . you see the humor in the mundane so clearly.

    That said, please take better care of yourself.

    I want you to live long enough to become a cantankerous old man . . . I’ll be the crotchedly old lady sitting in the rocker one over ~ listening to you grumble and hanging on your every word. 🙂

  4. We must have our Jimbo feeling well and energetic. Please fix it quickly!!! (Puts on mother hat) And do go to bed on time.

  5. I quite like writing these blogs. They’re a form of catharsis.

  6. Well I hope that your suspisions are correct and that your family history is just that; historical. We don’t want any of that to become your present.

    I’m sure that making on or two of those lifestyle changes will be plenty to bring back your energy. I recommend the tossing the cigarettes and the getting more sleep ones. Sleep can do wonders for a mojo.

    Good luck 🙂

  7. My girlfriend, Mary, went for her own check-up this morning and she asked advice for her own smoking habits. Unfortunately she was told that it’s ‘all in the head.’ I don’t necessarily think this is the correct approach. There are pills you can take – they’re called Zyban – that can quell the cravings. However, you need the equivalent of the GDP of a small-to-medium country to afford them.

    Looks like I’ll have to go the route of nicotine patches. Again.

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