I’m getting to that point where I’m almost past my prime. I used to be able to eat dairy like a champ and now I have to eat ice cream like I have a bomb waiting to go off in my pants. Because, in a way, I do.
In college, I could drink no problem. Now, I wake up hungover the morning after just eating chicken wings. And you don’t even use wine to cook those.
I have neck pain now. I told my doctor about it last year and he just goes, “Yeah that’ll happen”. That’s kind of his diagnosis for everything. He’s less of a “change the things I can” doctor and more of an “accept the things I can’t” kind of guy.
I could be like:
“Doctor, I think I’m dying.”
He'd be like:
“Yeah, happens to everyone. Everyone dies, happens to 100% of people. It’s completely normal. In fact, it’d be stranger if you didn’t die. That’ll be a thousand dollars, drive safe.”