I went to a second doctor and he seemed to think it was nothing too. He thinks I am approaching middle age and am thus slipping. The youthful days of abandon and year after year of 32 inch jeans is over. However, I am going to have a CT scan tomorrow. I think doctors look at you and just think 'He looks young and isn't rolling in fat...nowt wrong with him'. I have a Dorian Gray thing going on though and there has to be a lot of stuff hidden away and I just want it checked. If there is damage, I can adapt. If there isn't then, I can relax. You have to do the checks though. It looks different and feels different and I don't understand it, but I also don't understand where my fat has come from either. Why largely that side? The way I lay? The way I sit? The way I punch the bag? I don't see it. To most it would seem like nothing, but I am vain. The doctor dismissed the notion that it could be a hernia or an aneurism, but I am definitely assymetrical. It is quite obvious.
Tommorow I have this CT scan to go through. I signed a paper today saying there is a 1 in 100,000 to 140,000 chance that I will die tomorrow when they start injecting me, so fingers crossed on that one. I balked at that. The statistic that if everyone took the test in this city tomorrow, 5 would die is horrible. However, my mind won't rest until I have seen my body cut up like a loaf of bread in these X rays they do.
I am getting older and I am irritated by it. Today I did 8 rounds on the heavy bag, and daily I am working the rowing machine. I almost feel as though I am fighting the clock now. It's my duty to get into shape. I am not fat at all, but I have lost my svelteness and it angers me. Part of me keeps going for checks in some weird attempt to say 'I don't get fat, give me the other diagnosis'.
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