dogman dan
1 PW
Hang in there, but it's hard to be cheerful when they took your fun. When I took sick, I thought I was going to fall to depression for sure. Not only was I too weak to work for years, but in the first six months I could not even have sex anymore. When I tried, I'd pay a horrible price and barely be able to get out of bed for 3-4 days. Talk about having your fun taken away, sure I missed my bike, but too sick to enjoy sex was just TOO MUCH. Worst of all, the condition prognosis was improvement in 3-5 years if at all, and a very good chance of no improvement for 20 years or more. Holy crap, I'm way too into sex to have that happen.
It was a big adjustment. No sex was just not something I could live with. I did eventually learn to have sex with less effort, and only feel like crap for 2 days. That I could live with. I nearly gave up all riding the bikes, and did give up pedaling at all for 2 years. I just kept thanking God that it wasn't cancer, It was only a metabolic disorder with no cure. It could kill me if I wasn't careful, but not quickly.
But even though I thought it could not ever get much better, this year it did. I wised up and quit punishing myself trying to keep working. I began to improve immediately, just because I wasn't pushing my self so hard. Now I have recovered a lot. Still can't work a regular job, but I can make myself useful doing long neglected home maintenance. Not pounding myself to death daily, I seem to be actually making tiny bits of progress towards returning to 50% of what I could do before. I will be very happy to get that much recovery. With that, I could work a 20 hour week again. Meanwhile, I do as much as I can every day, but stop as soon as I need to. Get through 5 more tough years, and retirement income starts for my wife, that we can live on without either of us working. Same date, the house is paid in full.
Anyway, the point of the long ramble is, the Dude Abides, and if you will too, you will get through a temporary depressing period in one piece. As Clint Eastwood said in a horrible movie,
Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome.
It was a big adjustment. No sex was just not something I could live with. I did eventually learn to have sex with less effort, and only feel like crap for 2 days. That I could live with. I nearly gave up all riding the bikes, and did give up pedaling at all for 2 years. I just kept thanking God that it wasn't cancer, It was only a metabolic disorder with no cure. It could kill me if I wasn't careful, but not quickly.
But even though I thought it could not ever get much better, this year it did. I wised up and quit punishing myself trying to keep working. I began to improve immediately, just because I wasn't pushing my self so hard. Now I have recovered a lot. Still can't work a regular job, but I can make myself useful doing long neglected home maintenance. Not pounding myself to death daily, I seem to be actually making tiny bits of progress towards returning to 50% of what I could do before. I will be very happy to get that much recovery. With that, I could work a 20 hour week again. Meanwhile, I do as much as I can every day, but stop as soon as I need to. Get through 5 more tough years, and retirement income starts for my wife, that we can live on without either of us working. Same date, the house is paid in full.
Anyway, the point of the long ramble is, the Dude Abides, and if you will too, you will get through a temporary depressing period in one piece. As Clint Eastwood said in a horrible movie,
Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome.