Family Inheritance
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I just found out that my father is currently suffering from heart problems. Problems with bypass something like that. My father, the guy who runs a lot, participates in marathons and shit is suffering from heart problems. Apparently a valve is being clogged up so he's on medication to thin his blood right now. The man is 43 this year. Not that old, you get what I'm saying? He's not old, nor fat, nor does he slack off in the exercise department. Hereditary it would seem.
Here's what's interesting, when I heard the news, I felt nothing. I couldn't care less. Alright I lied. Actually I wondered if he might reach his end soon. Then I stopped myself from doing that because his kids don't deserve that. Their only fault is that they were conceived by the wrong couple. Dumb fuck bastard and cheap ass slut.
Then it struck me. Damn, that's exactly how I'm going to die. I'm going to die of a heart attack. Look, my grannie and my father have high blood pressure and heart problems. Its hereditary. I have high blood pressure and it looks like heart problems is going to be next. For those of you who don't know it, I was screened with HBP in Sec 4 at 170/90. Beat that. My old man is a runner for God's sakes. What chance do I have, the only exercise I do is to walk up to the seats in the back row of the class. Health problems, that's going to be pretty much the sum total of all that my father has bequeathed to me.
Thing is I always thought that I'd probably die of a car accident. Not car crash but like a hit by a speeding vehicle type accident. Why do I think like that? I have no idea. In light of compelling new evidence, I might like to rethink the way I think I might die to --- Deathnote style action. Roar...
Truth be told though, I'm a bit worried for myself. I'm not the healthiest guy around and heart problems are usually a good friend of people like me. That plus the hereditary thing, I sound pretty fucked. The odds are not in my favour. Problem is I love food too much. I should try to eat healthier and may be do some cardio though. I still want to spend more time with my Gerger. Maybe I'll live long enough to be hit by a car.
Thing on my mind:
Dumb arsed Indians who give me cut and paste reports
What's for lunch tomorrow
Health
Boobs
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