Aging sucks

Whoever said aging is a lovely thing to be approached with good health and attitude obviously did not inherit there father’s aching bones, bent spine and bursitis hips. Now I have as good of an attitude as anyone. On the outside I look youthful for my age and have great skin, (thanks MOM) and even more important a great neck! I look after myself. I walk and bike everywhere, do yoga and Pilates, am a Vegan who experiments with fasting and raw food…..so ….. having said that, I feel like shit most the time.

I have a spine that is apparently bent the wrong way and curving, and I rely on my wonderful chiro to keep me aligned. My leg is curving out because of this and my scarred aching locked up hips and I have limited mobility. Most days I feel pretty limber, but to me that means I can walk without being in pain. Pain is a part of my life and I have adjusted to it. I am not complaining … I plan on attacking this with good healthy living and I also plan on biking when I am 80. But don’t you wonder sometime if the universe is out to get you?

If being in constant pain is not enough, I have been getting these attacks of vertigo, and man they are something else. Those of you that have had vertigo…well I do not have to say more. Totally floors you, there is no amount of activity worth feeling like vomiting and falling down so you just lay there and achieve nothing. Now, laying around and not moving makes my hips and back hurts to….you see where this is heading.

I am trying not to say to myself, why me? There are those worse off, and I already have the “why me” thing, and that is the sore throat I have had for almost a year. Now, I know it is my deviated septum causing it and I need surgery, but this idiot doctor I have been going to has told me it is everything from acid reflux to anxiety. My nose is always plugged or running, and sometimes at night I wake up gagging. What the hell? I am not going to say this chronic problem, or any other would lead to self pity (well maybe a little) or the thoughts of ending it all.

There is always wine and a little puff to keep one right … depending on what moral end you are at …. me, you will find me right here, at my wits end.