I was sitting here typing out a comment on Linda’s blog when I noticed these ridges all over my hands! Who’s hands are these anyway? I don’t have wrinkles yet, I’m way too young! I figure someone sneaked in during the night and switched hands with me, it is the only explanation.
Obviously when they did this they also went to the trouble of switching out the muscles too. The ones I have now seem way more achy than the ones I used to have! I also noticed this weird popping noise when I stand up or stretch, got the bones too didn’t they?
At the heart of this whole revelation is my visit with my parents awhile back. I was sitting there chatting away with them when it suddenly occurred to me that my parents are getting old! I have never really seen them in that light before so it was really like seeing them for the first time ever! Honestly, it really gave me quite a pause. Reality just swooped in and set the tone for the rest of my life.
I am not the person I used to be, that can be both good and bad. I used to love stress, I loved the constant on the edge feeling that came with high stress moments. I took those times with a stride that I can’t even match in the relaxed moments now. Lord help me when stress becomes involved, I usually fall apart. I used to love being on the go, all the time. I was in a constant state of motion. Sometimes I would stay up for days straight just to get what I set out to do accomplished! Now I get grumpy if I am awake for more than 12 hours! What a change.
Alright, time to give my wrinkled flesh and atrophied muscles a rest, see ya.
I wrote this post in my head while I was reading along with you. Are you sure we’re not brother and sister of different mothers??? Scary, huh.
By the way, have you noticed any age spots???
My father has died, but watching my mother age is really hard. I see her at least weekly though, so it’s not so pronounced, but nonetheless…
I could go on and on here but why depress the both of us? If it will make you feel better, (I think it might, me) we could send each other long whiney emails about all our troubles. No need to air them for the whole world
I am an expert on depressed. Nothing new to me, I just try to pass it on to the rest of the world so it can be as miserable as I am!