I have this sneaking suspicion that the surgeon and I are going to have to have a conversation. Got a feeling this old man might have a hernia, but not entirely sure.
Might be wrong, not a doctor and old Doc Google isn’t real clear about it. So I am going to be a good man and go play some more ball tonight and see what happens.
Whatever this is hasn’t stopped me from roaming the court, but I have been cautious about lifting weights. Sort of feeling it all out, like I said it might not be anything other than age.
Or it might be stress.
Or stress and age.
Or something else.
In the interim I still have to find a way to do some more writing, been a little sparse lately.