When younger, I remember wondering why people in their 30s would complain that things were "different" when injured. I figured, 30 isn't old. Surely they are just talking nonsense, right?
But then 30 comes, and you realize...oh, wait. It IS different. Things are slower to heal. Things that shouldn't hurt for very long, do. And you silently curse this growing old thing.
But then 35 comes and it's, again, a whole 'nuther battle. A little more slow to heal. A little more with the grunts and groans and noises when moving. Even when you're in decent shape and you not so silently anymore curse this growing old thing.
And then 36 1/2 happens and one day you find yourself, say, making a train track on your dining room floor. And when you are done, you want to stand up and admire your handiwork, but a sharp granite corner of a bar to just above your hip stops you. So you, naturally, jerk out from under it, twisting your back, to finish standing. And it gets more and more sore as the day goes on and the next day you are relegated to taking your kid's ugly doll to church as a cushion for your back and the NEXT day you're at your chiropractors, crying, because FOR THE LOVE OF PETER PAUL AND MARY your back does not feel good and SERIOUSLY, it was merely standing up and getting a bump from your bar on your back and holy hannah, holy hannah, holy hannah MAKE IT FEEL BETTER NOW, NOW, NOW!
Or, you know, so I've heard...
(franz ferdinand, take me out)
Ya, so I've heard.
ReplyDeleteI've also heard that by the time you are 47 1/2 that walls jump in front of you when you are barefoot and break your toes when you are merely walking down the hall. And that you stand in the hall and cry for 10 minutes.
But that is just what I have heard.
Seriously though, I hope your chiropractor was able to help some because hurting makes it so hard to just exsist let alone get anything done.
ugh! I hope the chiro helps fast.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's another thing isn't it? The older you get the longer your list of docs and specialists that you see regularly? I've heard that too.
Oh no! I'm sorry...at least its not a ruptured kidney? Sorry I can't take Sammy.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I know you say you don't like it, but since you'll have extra laying-around time today, I beg of you to go here http://abc.go.com/shows/the-middle and watch the one called "the diaper incident." Maybe you'll find her funnier now that you have something in common...
No kidding, Trish!
ReplyDeleteI don't know, Sharon...I still maintain it could be a slow puncture, leaking slowly.
And I will try.
Yep. My Mom says things like that also, but then she is 92.
ReplyDeleteSo...either your mom is a superwoman (and, knowing her, I'm inclined to go with that one right off the bat!) or I'm an incredible wimp and 36 is the new 92. Or all of the above. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteI am so there.
ReplyDeleteWV: wangies. No comment.