MID LIFE CRISISING OH BOY
So, the chink in the armor that my heart surgery opened 4 years ago is now a full-blown crack.
Some of it is beneficial - I'm going to the gym on an almost daily basis, I'm eating healthier, being more responsible all around.
But now I'm delving into the deepest depths of fringe science. I've been doing sessions in a sensory-deprivation tank. Going to oxygen bars. And tomorrow?
CRYOSAUNA!!!
So basically, they're going to stick me in a tube, and then fill the tube with freezing nitrogen gas, and then leave me in there for a few minutes. It's supposed to increase the body's ability to repair itself.
Yes, I understand there's vanity at play here. But dammit, more than half my friends are considerably younger than me, and frankly, it's starting to annoy me. SO GUESS WHAT. I'm going to wrestle the inexorable march of time to the fucking mat.
Some of it is beneficial - I'm going to the gym on an almost daily basis, I'm eating healthier, being more responsible all around.
But now I'm delving into the deepest depths of fringe science. I've been doing sessions in a sensory-deprivation tank. Going to oxygen bars. And tomorrow?
CRYOSAUNA!!!
So basically, they're going to stick me in a tube, and then fill the tube with freezing nitrogen gas, and then leave me in there for a few minutes. It's supposed to increase the body's ability to repair itself.
Yes, I understand there's vanity at play here. But dammit, more than half my friends are considerably younger than me, and frankly, it's starting to annoy me. SO GUESS WHAT. I'm going to wrestle the inexorable march of time to the fucking mat.