Monday, August 15, 2005

aging...it's a bitch

So...you know when you are getting old and a tad pathetic when you find yourself A) sitting at your computer past Midnight on a Sunday...B) writing a blog about aging...WHILE wearing a wristguard...and C) popping Advil while washing it gingerly down with a nice glass of Chardonay. I mean seriously folks...I spent a whopping 6 hrs yesterday scrubbing, soaking, dusting, vaccuuming, etc. my apartment only to find myself NOT overly joyful at the accomplishment of sitting on my squeeky clean hardwood floors...but...oh yes...with a case of tendonitis. Yes...you know you are getting old when you clean the house and end up wearing a wrist splint with the word "FUTURO" written on it in abnoxious yellow. I mean seriously! "FUTURO?" lol As if saying...this is YOUR life in the future...nothing but braces!! You shall walk down the street and need a walker...you shall stroll to the restroom and blow out your knee...you shall get up from the sofa and pop a hip...ah...FUTURO! Life just sucks people. And now...i'm sitting here in pain...and typing no less which I'm CERTAIN is only helping the aggravation right? ;-) Always good to wash down your pain killers with wine...says so on the bottle. And if I'm really not supposed to do that...shouldn't the lid be a bit more advanced? Then I wouldn't be able to open it...should be difficult to get into if A) you are a small child and B) if you have partaken (is that a word? hmmm) of any libations other than fruit juice. But it isn't...it was easy to pop open. Even for my tendonitis-stricken ass! lol
Ah...aging's a bitch but at least I can enjoy a glass of wine as the moments tick. Maybe I should have another...one just ain't cuttin' it.