Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by Amaris, Oct 15, 2012.
You and me both. Mine haven't stopped clicking all day.
The last time all my college friends and I got together, we had a conversation about how we're all starting to have hip and knee problems.
We're only 29!!!
If our bodies are starting to get this sore now, I don't even want to know how we're going to feel when we're actually old.
You become better at pacing yourself when you get older, especially as you feel the effects of overdoing it more as you age.
Thanks. But actually, I make up for it with cerebral palsy and chronic migraines.
Geez, I hope we're not starting a "pissing contest" of bad health here!
(*Points to increasingly bad lower back*)
I kid, I kid. Now pass me that ibuprofen.
Getting older may not be a picnic, but consider the alternative...
That being said, I just realized something: My dad, who I talk about a lot, is - and I say this as a loving son - acting more and more like Oscar Leroy every day of his life. For instance, this is pretty much how my dad acts when he's using his computer.
I'm glad you can take that. I'm allergic to it. That and Asprin. I almost died from both once.
Thank God for Tylenol.
I'm 46 and I feel pretty good all things considered. My only complaint is that my facial hair comes in with an awful lot of white, I've found a few gray chest hairs, which are kind of creepy.
I'm 44, and doing fine. In a lot better shape, physically, than I was in my late 30s. And with my kids a little older I'm getting a lot more sleep than I did when they were toddlers and would wake us up at 5 am every morning!
Same here. If I forgo shaving for a couple of days, I start to look like Arvin Sloane.
So do I.
Oh, I'm sure you look more like Sydney Bristow.
Oh, I can't wait for my kid to be a little older and sleeping properly...
I'm 34, husband is 39. We remark frequently on how much more energetic my parents are (59 and 64) compared to us. But they get to sleep all night every night. Also, everything hurts. Like, right now, every part of my body hurts, and it's only 7 am.
Other than the physical though - I like being financially semi-secure, I like being married, and most of the time I like having the kid. For the most part I've learned what my limits are, how to stay organized and how to motivate myself. So as I get older, I think I've become a more efficient machine, albeit one that needs a lot more oil to keep running.
Getting old stinks. You find hair growing out of your ears and your nose. You start to go bald and get a big gut. You can't get it up as much as you could back when in your teens, twenties, and thirties. For a guy we have to be careful to make sure we don't step or trip over our balls. Your sight starts to go as well as your hearing. Memory starts to get foggy sometimes you have to think did I forget to wipe? Food doesn't taste as good as it use to a point where you complain about it. Let not forget about the change in weather......
Besides the constant aches and pains, degraded memory and poor night vision - the thing that really is a pain in the ass is butt leak that keeps constant skid marks in my underwear.
If your balls are dragging on the ground, I strongly suggest you get medical attention. Either that or start walking on stilts.
Well, for all the health issues I've had in the last 5-6 years, like being told by my cardiologist for 3 years that, basically, I was a heart attack waiting to happen and would likely die, I am remarkably healthy!
Got my thyroid issue (and law school and the Bar) sorted out, and I'm good to go. I hit 50 last year, got baselines from a couple of doctors.
Cardiologist? Uh...angiogram shows cardio arteries are minimally blocked or hardened or whatever. And with the third version of statin, my cholesterol was last at 144 total.
Dermatologist? Skin of a 6 year old. So being super white and staying the heck out of the sun was good.
Endocrinologist? Thyroid is stable. HA1C is 5.3--no diabetes on the horizon.
GP? Blood pressure under control. Bone density test shows me "way better than average" where "average" evidently is a healthy 30 year old woman. But I'm old--no way will I ever get pregnant--that's over. And I lost 20 pounds over the past year. Trying to lose more.
I went from taking 6 meds to taking 4, and will likely get off one of those next year. That'll be three left: thyroid (MUST take), statin (might as well, it's a very low dose), and blood pressure (which is low, but the med helps others things too).
It's the unexpected stuff to, the way the past catches you off guard.
Without going onto the full length version: I was doing some gardening, and found a block. No biggie. But... these were blocks I gave my kids, something like Lego except soft plastic. ANd they used to be mine. Around 45 years ago. They were the toys that opened the world of making my own stories. I'd build boats, spaceships, all sorts of things, and then created stories around them. They were one of the best things my parents ever gave me. Then I passed them on to my kids, who ignored them... and then my wife threw them away. Except one, somehow lost in the garden for me to find so long later. And all those memories, all that simple joy, rushed over me.
It would be easy to mourn the past, and I did shed a tear finding it, but I would rather celebrate that past and keep moving forward.
That's one of the surprising things about getting older for me: memories. So many.
Beautiful story, Australis.
Do not ever lose that feeling of joy. Do not ever lose the ability to feel the rush. Hang on to your memories, with out wallowing. Going Forward and Backward at the same time is possible. Do not EVER let them tell you otherwise.
Never forget what was. It has made what is. HIjol, 2014
^^ Absolutely. Memories grow sweeter with time. Nostalgia is a wonderful thing; it adds depth and richness to the present.
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