More Leangains posts coming very soon; much, much more. In the meantime, I have a quick post that calls close to home.
Many know that in addition to my path, many in my family have also improved their standing in life, including my dad. He’s lost much weight, feels — or felt — great and has been moving along. But I guess he got a bit exuberant about working out and without a trainer to guide him at 72, managed to rupture a disc or two in his lower back, the effect of which has been that over the last several weeks he’s had excruciating pain in one of his legs — nothing wrong with the leg; it’s pressure on the nerve in the spine.
At first they tried physical therapy, but that was only minimally successful and not lasting. In the end, they had to cut.
I give the medical community so much shit around here for their whoring over the pharmaceutical and processed food industries that I felt it only fair to haul off an at-attention Salut! for their mechanical prowess.
Surgeons are Gods
Yesterday my dad was at the hospital at 6am, and was back home in the middle of the afternoon sporting a 2-inch incision in his lower back, and pain free. Fucking amazing. I was with him last night, we watched San Francisco lose — shit dammit! — and generally had a good time and I knew he’s going to be A-OK. He’s very strong (I made him eat bananas and potatoes prior to surgery) and we can see this now, as merely a minor setback. He’s off the pain meds and that’s smart because he needs to feel pain, now, so he doesn’t undo any of the excellent work done yesterday.
As I told him: think of yourself as a pristine 40s or 50s classic car, restored with a beautiful new paint job. Now, don’t scratch it.
Here’s a clip of Alec Baldwin in Malice, long my touchstone for exactly what this post is about.
So there you have it.