So as the old phrase goes, ‘Getting old is a bitch.’
Its true.
While i’m still considered relatively young, being only 35, my body has been showing the signs of not being so young anymore. Sore joints, sore back, more sleep, grey hair, receding hairline and weight gain.
Weight gain.. ok.. this one sucks. For around 20 years, i’ve always hovered in the 150-160 range, thin, yes, but not anorexic like. But over the last year, jeans have become tighter and a gut has emerged. All this is easily remedied with some excercise at least.
Grey hair. Meh. There’s fixes for that. Receding hairline, again, meh. I’ve been bald before and it won’t bug me a bit.
But now.. the joints and back. I’ve had a pretty active life I would think. And I know my body has taken a beating, not as much as others, but still. Marine Corp, tackle football with friends, rock climbing, poll climbing (for work), and constantly carrying around a 32′ ladder for work. There are other things as well, such as a cat tripping me up, but i’ll talk about that later.
Anywho. I went to the docs about two months ago due to some pretty bad pain in my knee. It’d come and go, but when it came, it hurt like hell. I couldn’t squat or keep it straight for long. And occasionally, my right leg would give out as well. After an MRI showed some minor arthritis, he sent me to an ortho. The ortho there couldn’t see much either. So gave me a shot of cortisone to help rule out some things before having to do a scope of the knee.
Now, this was my right knee, and right after that, Meg’s cat Yoda, decided to climb up the ladder to the loft just as I was coming down. If I hadn’t shifted my foot, I would of stepped squarely on him, but since I shifted, I lost my footing and landed sideways on my ankle. And Ding! Hairline fracture and severely sprained ankle.
To add insult to injury, the little bastage jumps back down while i’m writhing on the floor in pain and comes up to my face and meows. But it was one of those questioning meows. You can’t help to love the retarded little shit though.
But back to the doctor. During this time, I had started getting pains in my other ankle as well. And not to mention my lower back which has bugged me for years. So after a follow up with the Doc, he has started to wonder if the issue’s my be stemming from my lower back. Sooo. Back into the MRI I go.
First time wasn’t that bad, as it was just my leg that went in. Now I totally went in. I’m not claustrophobic, but it was a bit eery. And now I wait for those results on June 12.
Whee!!!
