Take notes. I am the man.
I can always say I’m busy, and I typically am. However, my world has shifted
to a better place, and if I may say so myself, the old me is back.
Here’s what happened.
For those who don’t know, right around 9/11, I was recovering from pneumonia.
During recovery, I had a bad reaction to one of the medicines I was taking. The
result was going into the hospital with a kidney which was in danger of shutting
down. It was rectified. After recovering from that, the following April, I had
a partial complex seizure which rendered me on disability for a year. Not a couple
of weeks, or a month. A year.
When I got back to work, exactly 7 weeks later, I was laid off. Exactly 10 days
afterwards, a new job emerged.
Although things took an upturn then, having to manage all of the side effects
of the meds, and having to slow myself down caused me to have to calm my ass
down and actually be happy with life. It happened, but little did I suspect that
by shifting around my energies would it have a profound effect.
During the week of my birthday, I got a personal trainer. One week after my birthday,
off courtesy of Ewedontno and Bejata.
It set off a trend. My trainer, KG pushed
to a high by knowing
just how to push me. He did well.
Just how well? Well, I had a half day on Friday to go see JD, my doctor. I long
suspected that he would be pleased. After all, during the course of time, I lost
a lot of weight and a lot of willpower. Just how pleased?
Well, I walked in with pictures from the jump off, instantly dazzling the staff
and got a lot of prompting from the nurse to take some general measurements.
When she placed me on the scale, it was determined that I gained 20 pounds since
my birthday. What she also found out from me was that during my last set of measurements
taken at the gym, my bodyfat percentage decreased from 20% to 9%. I got three
hugs from that (and of course, the jump off pics also).
During the time that we were there, we went over medications and I told him that
I weaned myself off the antidepressant and was no longer taking it. He responded
by saying he would do me one better: as far as the last scan showed, my
would no longer need to take the medicines needed because of the seizure.
Oddly enough, my t-cell count is exactly half my age. While normally I would
be panicking, we both confirmed that my body has overcome this count and I’ve
been well for the past year. So well, in fact, that I haven’t been sick, and
I’ve had a cold one time during the past year for exactly 24 hours. How’s that
for kicking ass? The doctor says he’s good. Who am I to disagree?
As for the working out part, KG is so happy that 1) I’ve gained the weight on
his watch, 2) the doctor has taken me off of two medications, and 3) I can take
anything he throws at me with positive results. This is why Beefcake is coming
Now that I’m back, my mind is freer. Work has increased my responsibility, but
I’ve taken it in stride. I have been busy doing five million things at once,
but I’m happy to say that I haven’t been happier in years. And of course it helps
to have many friends and the everyday effervescence of Prime, Boom and J.
And I don’t stop.