In my recent quest “to not die” anytime soon I have been going to the gym and working out. I mean that I am actually breaking a sweat in the sauna. However, there have been signs which suggest that exercise is dangerous to my health.

Twice, TWICE, now I have left a gym in an ambulance. The first time was six years ago. I had donated blood two days prior to going to the gym. Halfway through my workout I went into hypovolemic shock. Scary stuff but quickly remedied.

The second time I left by ambulance was earlier this week. I was at the gym doing modified squats (one foot on the bench and one on the floor) with a 60 pound weight bar on my shoulders. After the last squat I ended up with both feet on the bench. As I was stepping down behind the bench I turned my ankle over and fell down on my behind. Still with a 60 pound weight bar on my shoulders. And I promptly broke my back. It’s a wedge fracture of the T12.

OWIE!

Now I can’t do any exercise for 6 weeks while the bone heals. None. I’m beginning to wonder if not exercising might actually help me to live longer?

I will ponder this as I sit on the couch and heal my back with lots of doctor recommended ice cream Vitamin D and calcium.

Oh, and as an added bonus, this kind of break actually makes you shorter. I’m 5’1″. Fabulous.