Apparently I was born with a degenerative disease but I didn't let it slow me down until about 10 years ago. I was a fool and didn't listen to my body and so I tore it all to hell through farming, throwing food to Olive Gardens and Red Lobsters 40 ton at a time 3 times a week, a little logging for firewood, lots of hand splitting firewood, lots of just plain hard manual labor. Degenerative spine disease, pre-dimentia, something with my nerves akin to Parkinsons, chronic fatigue, chronic pain TBD (traumatic brain injury), arthritis. I'm 41.5 years old. The way I move you'd swear I was twice that. My body is that of an 80 year old and some of them 80 year olds move better than I do at times. Crazy. Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a thick headed "tough guy" my younger years trying to prove to myself how tough I was and how much pain I could be in and still do whatever I needed to do. Stupid stupid stupid