Let’s get physical…..

Hey, how you going? You been busy? Oh roll the eyes, OK, so it’s been a bit like that. Yeh right, I saw the pigs flying just then. Of course they flew you can make that happen. Glad to hear you chuckling.

Me, well, I have to ask, what’s with the programming of our body? Did you install different virus’s to show themselves when we hit each major milestone? Pfft. I mean in our 20s, everything is great, life seems to be flowing nicely, all is well. Yep we agree?

Welcome dirty 30s. It’s about a year after you turn 30, it slowly appears, you don’t go looking for it, it actually slighly sneaks up on you, then BANG! The “I FORGOT SYNDROME”. But it’s in its mild stage at this point.

It’s not funny, stop laughing. You would think you stopped there, but nooooo !!!!!!!.

Welcome naughty 40s, where you are wondering WTF is happening because you are now carrying packs of post-it notes to remind youself not weekly, not daily but hourly. You are also making a note to remind yourself to actually remind yourself. Pity we forget to be naughty.

Clock keeps ticking, calendar pages are flipping. Behold between the next milestone there’s a twist, actually there’s two and you never see them coming. You bend over to pick up the note you just dropped, WTF just happened….. you pull your muscle. You sneeze…. you pull a muscle, you exercise… you pull a muscle. My massage lady only sees me when I am doing exercise and I’ve pulled a muscle. When I don’t exercise I’m fine.

The other twist, is that foreboding ache. Yes you feel it, you hoped you didn’t feel it, you go into denial, it can’t be possible but it starts visiting more often. Along comes it’s friend, stiffness…. oh yes, stiffness loves when you need to do things, like clean the cook top. How does it show? Please you know how it shows…. we called it arthritis. You know, you’re cleaning your cook top and part of your finger just gets stuck in one position.

Seriously, why torment us like that???? But after that ordeal you wake up one morning, you start assessing yourself, your heart stops, you’re wide-eyed staring, a blink sneaks in, you’re able to take a small breath but the feeling is there.

You can no longer unsee what you have just seen. OH DEAR GOD, WHY??????? I’m not 80 yet. NOOOOOOOOOOO……… LOOSE SKIN……. AT THE ARMPITS AND INNER THIGHS.

So now we’re forgetful, covered in post-it notes, with aches and pains and injuries and skin that’s hanging.

Honestly…. WTF, stop laughing…. couldn’t we have aged like fine wine?

It’s your shout today.