It was my birthday two days ago. I’m now 114 years old. Okay, I’m 46, but it’s how you feel that counts.
Hooray! Today I got to go to physiotherapy for the first time! Okay, maybe not “Hooray.” What’s the opposite of “hooray”?
We had Thanksgiving dinner today, a week late in Canada and four weeks early if you’re American, which I’m not, so, close enough. Anyway, a true holiday is the day you celebrate it with family, not the specific calendar date.
In the ongoing saga of Rick Gets Incredibly Old, my right knee is staging an open rebellion against me. It hates me. This is not good for weight loss, which by the way isn’t happening.
After three weeks of weight loss effort I have successfully lost three weeks of effort. Yay!
Yesterday we went to Canada’s Wonderland, which if you don’t live around here is a large amusement park just north of Toronto. For our American readers, it’s like Six Flags with only one flag. While we were there, I found out I was too old.
I’ve been on my weight loss kick for ten days now, so let’s see how we’re doing. I’ve lost… one pound. Maybe. Uh oh.
Well, I’m back from the vasectomy clinic. As I promised I would in Wednesday’s column, since I survived, I went straight to the M.A.J. offices to report on what happened.
Today’s adventure began, as so many of my adventures do, with me planning a stupid joke.
This coming Saturday, I will transition from being a man to being whatever you are after a vasectomy. That’s right; I’m getting the snip. Mrs. M.A.J. has been carrying the freight on birth control since we met, so it’s time I did my part. Or parts.
I was referred to what is by all accounts the best
castration vasectomy clinic around Continue reading “Let’s Fix This Junk: The Vasectomy”
I’m 45 now, which is amazing. I didn’t know you could get this old. Since my plan is to get healthier than I currently am, we should take stock of what’s wrong. Continue reading “What’s Wrong With Me”