Sadie, aging far more gracefully that some of us.
Ya know, it could be the imminent arrival of my granddaughter into this world. Or it could be the fact that my last haircut revealed that the salt outnumbers the pepper up there.
Maybe its the fact that I overestimated my ability to chop, prune, weed, mow and mulch. Or it could be that I tried to clean out one too many closets this week.
Not sure what happened, but I woke up yesterday and realized that I feel like I’ve been run over by a cement truck. I feel about 200 years old.
You name the body part, it hurt. My posture looked remarkably like a question mark.
It hurt enough to keep me awake last night. So I got up at midnight and took two ibuprofin. Laid back down. Twenty minutes later, my achy/nauseous stomach got me back up for some Tums. Laid back down. Neck hurt. Got an ice pack. Laid back down. Dozed.
I must have fallen asleep, because I was yanked awake when my right calf turned into a giant ball of searing pain and I had to jump up and flex my foot.
Sigh.
I love summer. I love the green yard, the gorgeous blossoms, the warm air. I love the smell of cut grass.
But my aging carcass is beginning to long for a nice cool rainy day where I’d be forced to sit still in my recliner and doze while the soup simmers on the stove.
I must be getting old.
Empty Nest, Full Life 
Or the flu!
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OY! Rest that body. It will all get done eventually. Sending hugs.
BB
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Thanks! I think the fact that I retired, and I feel guilty about the lowered income, is making me do more than I normally would do. Phew!
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Keep plugging….
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Or stop plugging for a bit! I have fibromyalgia, so I should know better than to keep on pushing…..Oh, well!
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Take your time my friend! Nonni needs all of her cylinders firing!
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Haha! Man, at this point, Nonni only seems to have one cylinder left……!
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I’m just a couple of months shy of 76. You and I seem to share some body parts. Arthritis in joints I didn’t know I had. The couple that aren’t crippled w/arthritis have tendinitis. WTH? Why not? Love the myalgia! And apparently life wouldn’t be complete w/o Chron’s. Sooooo fun.
Like you, and apparently half the world, I just put one foot in front of the other and hope I remember where I’m going! And also like you, I don’t know when the hell to stop, despite the fact I know what’s coming later. We grow older, but not necessarily wiser it seems.
But cheer up. Once your grand baby arrives, you will be too happy to notice much discomfort. I know….been there, done that!
But keep the Tylenol and Activon handy….just in case!!!
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Thanks, “Murph”! And I am lucky enough to have a hot tub on my deck, too. Without that thing, I swear I wouldn’t be able to walk half the time!
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Great post. I so relate.
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Thanks, David. This aging thing…..so not for sissies……
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So well said…
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And I thought it was just me…
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