Fwd: That's all you got?

The rest of my palmtop post was (is) as follows:

It's not technically supposed to start until after age 40 so seeing
as how I don't hit that joyless little milestone for another month
and a day (but who's counting?) apparently I'm ahead of the curve.
W00t!

I knew it was bad when the first thing my doc said when he looked at
it was 'HOLY SHIT!'. No. I'm not kidding. He really said that. The
other "funny" thing he said was that the good news is that it's
painless. Yeah right. Totally painless doc. Except for the
exceptions, which include, but are not limited to: riding my bike,
driving, shoveling snow, doing yard work, doing dishes, golfing,
fishing, horseback riding, baton twirling, doing yoga, getting a
massage, typing, playing basketball volleyball tennis badmiton
softball and rugby, watching tv, getting my hair cut, sleeping,
talking, breathing, and thinking.

The really good news: I now have something in common with Ronald
Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, and Samual Becket besides the obvious ones.

The bad news: everything else. Read all about on wikipedia if you're
so inclined. (I'd add a link but I'm writing this post on my phone
whilst me and my lady-friend head to see her family unit in the
Fortress of Wayne. Gonna do a little trail run on the way, then a
road race in Warsaw, Indiana tomorrow afternoon. A race report may
or may not follow.
Later gators.