ANEMIA - Avoid it like the Plague

This is not a complaint because for a guy about to celebrate (?) his 83rd birthday I am doing quite well. It's a rare day when I don't work six or eight hours and that includes weekends.
But that's sitting at a computer writing or doing the things that go along with it. I'll be feeling great when I decide to get up and do something else. Anything at all, you name it - a 25-mile hike with full-field pack, carry the ball a few times for the Cleveland Browns, take over at shortstop for the Chicago Cubs.
Ah, yes. Then after twenty steps down the hall I'm reaching out for support. Can I make it to the recliner in the living room? Maybe, but it won't be easy.
My step may be sprightly as I set out to empty the trash in the chute fifteen yards down the outer hallway. On the way back I'm clutching at the wall to help me stay on my feet and wondering how our door moved so far away in such short a time.
It's called anemia. The slightest effort enables it to drain the energy from your body and leave you with all the strength of a limp dish rag.
I guess there are numerous ways to become anemic but I've never paid much attention to medical stuff. In my case I think it's from a benign tumor on the pituitary gland that has knocked every hormone there is down to base level. I take pills and get a monthly shot to build me up and the anemia just laughs at both.
So my advice is this: don't get it. Just downright refuse to allow it anywhere near you. If you find out how to do that, please let me know.
It's almost lunch time, I've been up about five hours, have gotten quite a bit accomplished and am feeling great. So tennis, anyone?
Maybe I'd better think about that a little more. If I can make it down the hall when Jackie says the food is on the table, I'll give it further consideration. In a pig's eye.

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