12/15/2015
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Well,
maybe. As you age, you just slowly get used to aches and pains. For
some it's OK, for others it's hell.
A
few years back I was chatting with a 20-year-old on the job and he
was complaining about sore muscles. After I finished laughing, I
asked him to stick out his finger and I gave one knuckle a squeeze
until he winced.
Then
I explained what he just felt was me, 24/7, and usually 20 to 50
percent of my body.
He
didn't mention sore muscles again.
So
when is a pain more than usual? When is it a sign that you need to
dial 911.
Hell
if I know.
If
you listened to the germaphobes and fear mongers, ( Fox News), you'd
be dialing 911 every day until the paramedics smashed your
phone, or they canceled your insurance.
For
example, last night while watching the Blandings, a fun
British sitcom, I noticed my left arm was aching a bit. I've heard
it's a possible sign that a heart attack might be in the offing, and
it was still there when I went to bed.
I
even mentioned to Gina that “just in case anyone asks,” my
left arm has been acting up.
Just
a precaution in case she woke up next to a dead guy in the morning.
That's
as far as it went. I'm still here writing notes in this blog, while someone, somewhere else is fretting about everything little thing in life.
It
always comes down to who you are.
Some
people zip through life without a care in the world, while others
drag boxcars full of fear until the stress becomes a tombstone they
can no longer carry.
Now
that was a good line!
My
point is that you can learn the warning signs of what could go wrong
and spend your life in a minute by minute coin toss on whether to
make that call, or you can enjoy life with a new toss of the dice
every day. Most of us will meander somewhere in between, but if
you're still smiling when the sun comes up, you got it right.
KRASH
PlaceMarkBooks.com
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