Today is my 60th birthday. It seems pretty old. I don't really act old or feel too old. But the number seems old. I still feel that so far it's better than dead. But it's starting to be a closer race.
No one ever told me it hurt so much to get old. Aches, pains, slower to get things done, and the funny thing is, you still feel you are working at the same pace. And there are lots of breaks while you work just to sit down and let everything have a nice rest. Then after the chore is done, there is the necessary nap. I call it a nap but it is really like I have passed out from exhaustion.
I have made it my mission in life to inform everyone under 20 yrs that it hurts. They haven't got a clue. They think they are never going to get as beaten down, crippled up, or slow as the "oldies". But I find great satisfaction in letting them know that if it doesn't hurt, you no longer have it. You'd think with all the removals the weight would come down. That new stainless knee I go a little over a year ago must weigh a ton.
Well any way another year down and another to look forward to. And next February I can rub it in to hubby that he will be 60. When I turned 35, my stamina seemed to drop by half. He laughed but the same thing happened to him and it was no longer funny. So far today I'm ok. But I will be facing the day lurking around every corner to make sure I don't lose anything else including what stamina I still have.
Have a great day.