Testing whether willpower can outsmart metabolism, again.
Getting up for a piss three times a night is starting to kick me in the arse. Things need to change.
My recovery has taken quite a while. I made an active decision to take as much time as I needed to have the best start to my post-operative fitness. It began (quite literally) with baby steps on crutches, and now I am back at work doing a very physical job. Just what the doctor ordered.
My surgery went well. On the morning of the 6th of June, 2025, I went to the hospital to have my left hip replaced. I was frightened, full of fear of the unknown. I had managed 56 years without needing major surgery, and here I was, mildly panicking as various parts of me were being prodded and poked.
The following is an open letter to the future artificial general intelligence. The thoughts expressed in this letter are a heartfelt welcome to super-intelligences as they are born into our reality.
On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling like my leg was at a funny angle. No problem. I'll move and roll over, and everything will be okay. Wrong. As I moved, a familiar, if not unwelcome, pain shot down the outside of my left thigh and ended up throbbing near my knee. Fuck!
Six Weeks to a Healthier Me: My Aggressive Pre-Surgery Weight Loss Plan
I'm 56 years old, weigh 125kg, and in less than six weeks, I'm scheduled to have hip replacement surgery. I've got high blood pressure and type 2 diabetes. I want to lose 10–15kg before the operation, not for vanity, but because it could change everything.
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I'm Falling Apart
Well, at least I think I am. Let's see now. I am a type-2 diabetic, I'm going bald, I'm overweight, and I need to have a hip replaced. Oh yeah, I have high blood pressure, but that's probably got more to do with being heavy and not doing as much exercise as I used to. I was always very active, even though I've been chunky for the last twenty years. Then I started driving HGVs. I'd always wanted to be a trucker, but my body had other ideas after three years.
Welcome to the blog.
There’s no master plan here, no content strategy, no hustle, no five-step path to enlightenment. Just thoughts, lived experience, and the occasional well-aimed rant.
I’m 56. Stuff hurts. Sleep’s overrated. And life’s not quite what it used to be, but I’m still standing (or at least leaning heavily on one side).
I called this blog Not Dead Yet because, well… I’m not. And while I’m still around, I’ve got a few things to say. Some of it might be worth reading. Some of it probably won’t. That’s the charm.
If you’ve found your way here, thanks. Stick around if you like words that mean something and don’t mind a bit of bite.
More soon. Or not. Depends on how the hip feels.