Knees clicking. Bloody hell.
You and me both. Mine haven't stopped clicking all day.
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Knees clicking. Bloody hell.
Well, I'll be 45 in April, and haven't had one yet. I hope that's of some small comfort to you.![]()
With my family's track record when it comes to health problems? I doubt I'll manage to avoid one for a whole five years, but it's nice to know some of us have done so. Congrats.![]()
(*Points to increasingly bad lower back*)
I kid, I kid. Now pass me that ibuprofen.
Same here. If I forgo shaving for a couple of days, I start to look like Arvin Sloane.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!
If your balls are dragging on the ground, I strongly suggest you get medical attention. Either that or start walking on stilts.. . . For a guy we have to be careful to make sure we don't step or trip over our balls.
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.
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