At age 20, I expected I would be a rock star similar to Ronnie James Dio. But that ended abruptly as I barely escaped death due to my own poor choices experimenting with methylphenidate in pursuit of women. Due to my medical issues after I suffered arterial damage at age 20, for the rest of my adult life, I for the sake of not dying as one that greatly does not want to die, have had to be very careful not to consume any beverages or medicines with caffeine or even minor stimulants, much less any stronger rec drugs, nor any foods with MSG, and just small amounts of alcohol infrequently.
By my own choice, that excluded me from considering much normal social activity that others enjoy. Thus looked elsewhere to find value and worth in life. Regardless over decades, until age 50, had spent much time in long episodes of minor to moderate pain due to potentially fatal if aggravated leaking pseudoaneurysms in two deep internal zones. As a couple of resident teaching doctors at the Stanford Medical Hospital once told me, if they were ever forced to open me up to try and find and fix whatever, that I'd likely die on the operating table. Thus have lived carefully at the knife edge of the eternal abyss.
There was recent science news that humans undergo accelerated aging twice, first about age 40 and then at age 60. In my case that has been delayed about 10 years as I may have long telomeres? Since my polycythemia vera diagnosis in 2022, at age 74, have indeed now been aging possibly also related to the hyrdroxyurea medicine.
Today my dear doctor looked at an odd patch of facial skin and immediately related to my relief, it was only seborrheic keratosis, a noncancerous skin growth.
Rain has just finally arrived. So parked my Forester out of the carport and into the open for a good washing.