This weeks prompt is: young, old, or anything to do with age.
It sucks getting old. You want to do what you once could and you still believe you can but your body has other ideas, usually sedentary ones.
Added to that is the issues of your body parts and bits not behaving as they once did either.
They start to break down, need assistance in the form of drugs to maintain their and your function on this earth.
So you become very close friends with your pharmacist as you seem to be so often renewing scripts and asking his advice about a side effect you noticed where you have developed a rash or your favourite food suddenly tastes like the worst slop you’ve ever had to endure.
And enduring is what you have to do. Daily.
Our bodies need and crave exercise. It’s easy to sit about and nurse the soreness that happens from the simplest of tasks.
Recently for no reason that I can understand my right calf muscle has gone into some sort of spasm, a bit like a cramp only not as constricting as a cramp.
It’s a sneaky injury as it lets you think its ok and waits until you think that it is ok before striking you again. Its not as if I run marathons or anything. Walking is my default means to doing anything and getting anywhere and I do that leisurely anyway.
So I live in a world where my leg may or may not decide to act up, but it is constricting to say the least.
Apart from the aches and pains of aging I find it is important to maintain a positive attitude. My day-to-day motto is ‘everyday is a good day’. And it is, it could always be worse, I could be a drooling vegetable in some nursing home, I could be losing my ability to remember and function as I do, I could be dead.
My genetic disease I inherited from my mother keeps me grounded in understanding the importance of living. I have children to see grow as adults and to see, enjoy and share the amazing worlds they are creating and to watch their efforts as parents as they raise their respective little families.
So though I might whinge about aging, about my age, I still have too much to live for to entertain the idea of giving up. For despite my age I can still love and be loved.
So even though I say it sucks getting old, I wouldn’t go back and change anything, much!!!
I am who I am and this is my lot. I know I am lucky compared to some, I have learned to appreciate what I have.