Yesterday, My Mom, Sister and a family friend and I went garage saling. Before we got started, we went to McDonald’s for a quick breakfast. When Cindy was ordering, I realized that she ordered a Senior Coffee for me. When did I become “a Senior”? And do I really want to be one? It’s not that I mind taking advantage of all the benefits that come with being “a Senior”, I’m just not sure I’m ready to admit that I am one. I certainly don’t feel like it. Except on days like today, when the barometer is in the basement and ankles hurt and knees hurt and shoulders hurt and back hurts. For a change, the only thing that hasn’t hurt today is my sciatic hip.
Okay, so I’m now on oxygen 24/7, darn asthma and COPD, (and no, I have never smoked, just bad lungs, badly cared for when I was growing up.), I have trouble walking long distances, thanks arthritis, my right shoulder is now starting to give me grief, I find the occasional silver strand of hair from time to time and sleep and I have not agreed on sleep times for quite awhile. There, that is my list of complaints. There are a few more things, but they’re little and only bother me on rare occasions.
So, here’s the thing, I still FEEL like I’m in my forties or fifties. I know, age is a matter of mind, if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. And most of the time, I could care less how old I am. Sometimes, though, I feel old. Today is one of those days. Low barometer, wind, and heat – 76 degrees today, March 6th. 76 degrees. In March. It’s a little scary. I don’t do well in heat. I’ve had 2 “episodes” of heat sickness and the last put me in the hospital. So there’s another thing that doesn’t work so well any more – my internal thermostat is shot to pieces.
Still, I guess I’m really not too upset about the Senior thing. I just don’t know exactly when it happened. And why…