Here’s a turn up for the books! Went for the consultation after the couple of fits I’ve had over the past year and it turns out I’ve got epilepsy! Net result: I go on medication for the next two years, side effects of which are:
a) it’s dangerous if I become pregnant (I may discount this one, having no womb for gestation)
b) it puts on huge amounts of weight (bit of a bonus, could do with an extra stone or two)
The big downside is the loss of my driving license for the next year; if I have no more fits over the next twelve months, the DVLA’ll give me it back and my insurance company will charge me to hell and back. Now, as always, trying to see the bright side in the situation; I’m going to have to go out and buy a push-bike for work. This is my key to getting uber-fit over the next year. I’ve always been a very strong cyclist, used to cycle an 80 mile round trip just to see my kids when I was younger. I really enjoy it and it’s worked wonders for my health over the years. During a medical a few years ago, my lung capacity was a litre above average.
The sheer cost of keeping a motorcycle on the road is gone; between petrol, insurance and consumables I’m going to be nearly £150 better off every month which should work wonders both for my social life and my health. Taking up boxing again, now suddenly rendered affordable and handily, there’s a very local club about four hundred yards down the road.
That’s about it, really! I’ve got two big bald patches on a hairy chest due to the ecg and I look like a hair shirt that’s moulting. CAT scans are booked, what appeared to be the full eight litres of blood reside in very possibly a bucket that’s being sent to my gp.
Sometimes when life throws shit at you, you have to pick out the sweetcorn and throw the faeces away :)
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