Body Parts

I have come to the awful realization that I have reached the point in my life where my body is falling apart faster than it can be repaired. I am sitting here with my knee wrapped up, swollen, throbbing, and useless, and I noticed that my middle finger has some kind of growth on it. A wart like growth, or maybe a cyst, who knows, but something is growing there, and it looks nasty.

A couple of years ago I invested in foot surgery so that I wouldn't end up a cripple later in life. Just as I was getting up to speed, and walking normally again, Chandler ran head long into my knee. Ninety pounds of raucous dog hitting my already fragile knee at full speed. That is why I'm sitting here with the newly repaired knee, with plenty of down time to look for other problems like the growth on my finger.

It all starts out so good. If you are lucky like I was, you are born with a well operating body. The problem is, it starts wearing out immediately. At eleven years, my appendix failed and that was removed. No problem. Everything worked well until I turned twenty two, and my left testicle blew up like a big pink party balloon. That required a little repair procedure where the doctor reached the aggrieved orb through my urethra. It was not pleasant. Over the years I continued to compile a list of ailments, but I always recovered, with plenty of up time in between the failures. As I entered my forties things started to ramp up. Cancer, Blindness, hemorrhoids, and various minor maladies started stacking up, one after another, until I've reached this point in my life. I at this moment have the bad knee, the growth on my finger, a crumbling molar in the back corner of my mouth, and various other rashes and aches that require salves, lotions, and shots. It seems to be a never ending battle. My calendar is checkered with doctors appointments, to the point where it's getting confusing. My only hope is that I don't mistakenly show up for my hemorrhoid doctor on the day I should've gone to the eye doctor.