The bane of my life - the back that I wrecked ten years ago. Never did heal, ended up creating more problems over the years, army, inappropriate exercises, abuse upon abuse. Next week, I am trotting down to the medical centre with my downgrade letter in hand. Yes, I give up, give up being the man that holds up everyone during each reservist, give up being the leader that all eyes look up to (and for the higher up, watch in disdain as I march to my own beat, not theirs).
My health is more important, and my dear friend, L, should attest to that, having spent close to $40k spent to make a hole in his mouth, to remove a cyst that began eating away at him (I pray for him). I can hardly walk straight nowadays, sleeping on the side brings slight relief but I am having regular alternate physiotherapy every week. A drain on the wallet, not claimable through insurance but I go in hopes that all will be healed eventually. Weight gains parabolically, sadly.
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