It’s no secret that I’m getting older. I know it. The grey hairs on my head provide daily reminders. I was cool with them at first and then they started going rouge. Give a grey an inch, they take over your head. Now it’s time to get into the color. I ain’t going down without a fight!
I was recently reminded that I’m getting up there. I went to the doctor for a physical. His conclusion was that I’m doing great. He said, “You’re good. Just getting old, that’s all.” Then, he chuckled.
Well, thanks doc. That’s exactly what I came in here for. To be clear, this was after I told him about my aching back. I’m convinced le back issues are caused by le bebe. She’s tipping the scales at about 23 pounds. Still, I could only laugh at his comment, because it’s true. I am getting old. My mother always tells me it’s better than the alternative. She’s right.
It’s a good thing I left some things out when talking to the doctor. I didn’t even talk to him about the creaking of my bones or the aching of my knee. I guess at that point he would have given me a list of my nearest senior homes.
I’m game. I bet it costs less than my mortgage.