Observations of a Senior
Feb. 24th, 2005 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skysailorI’m getting old.
I realize this as I sit down to my nightly dose of caffeine. I’m turning into an old man. I can’t remember things like I used to. That was the first sign. I forget my wallet, forget my keys, forget my coat. By the time I finally get wherever I’m going I forget why I’m there. I can’t even go to the refrigerator without pausing halfway and shambling to the pantry to try to find the deli meat, only figuring out a short while later what I was intending to do.
I wasn’t always old. There was a time when my bones never popped and I could jump around all day without feeling a bit tired. I ran my mother ragged. Now, today, I tried to do a stretch and my right shoulder, knee, left shoulder, and hip popped in sequence. My spine crunches if I try to roll my shoulders, and moving my head makes a sound like a big rusty gear moving.
One of the bad things about getting old is that something’s always aching. Some days I swear I can feel my blood vessels complaining. On really busy days my left knee will start acting up and I have to do a strange, one-sided walk. Some days they get bored and my other knee decides to be the bad one. The worst is when your foot arch starts aching in the middle of the night and you have to get up and step on it and stretch it, and of course your bones voice their protest out loud while you’re reaching down to grab that big ugly toe and pull it back. And my back! Have I talked about my back? I don’t remember. My back’s a mess. Some days it’ll pop and… oh, wait, I was talking about the aches. I never used to like massages, but now they’re a deliverance.
And those kids! Those darn kids. Don’t understand a word they say. They’re off talking about “peed iggy” and iced tea, and I guess I just don’t get it because I’m not “young” and “hip” anymore. Speaking of my hip, I’ve been feeling this pain in it lately… Oh, right. Youngsters these days. I don’t understand what they DO or how they DRESS. Pull those pants up! You look like an idiot, underwear boy! Don’t your parents know your clothing sizes? I would never let my child go out like that…
Yup, I’m definitely getting old. I guess it comes with being a senior.
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I could have gone on longer, but I got bored...
I AM getting old. I mean, heck, I remember records. I also remember the Napoleonic wars, but that's not the point. I'm a senior citizen, a citizen who is a senior. I'm old, darnit.
I realize this as I sit down to my nightly dose of caffeine. I’m turning into an old man. I can’t remember things like I used to. That was the first sign. I forget my wallet, forget my keys, forget my coat. By the time I finally get wherever I’m going I forget why I’m there. I can’t even go to the refrigerator without pausing halfway and shambling to the pantry to try to find the deli meat, only figuring out a short while later what I was intending to do.
I wasn’t always old. There was a time when my bones never popped and I could jump around all day without feeling a bit tired. I ran my mother ragged. Now, today, I tried to do a stretch and my right shoulder, knee, left shoulder, and hip popped in sequence. My spine crunches if I try to roll my shoulders, and moving my head makes a sound like a big rusty gear moving.
One of the bad things about getting old is that something’s always aching. Some days I swear I can feel my blood vessels complaining. On really busy days my left knee will start acting up and I have to do a strange, one-sided walk. Some days they get bored and my other knee decides to be the bad one. The worst is when your foot arch starts aching in the middle of the night and you have to get up and step on it and stretch it, and of course your bones voice their protest out loud while you’re reaching down to grab that big ugly toe and pull it back. And my back! Have I talked about my back? I don’t remember. My back’s a mess. Some days it’ll pop and… oh, wait, I was talking about the aches. I never used to like massages, but now they’re a deliverance.
And those kids! Those darn kids. Don’t understand a word they say. They’re off talking about “peed iggy” and iced tea, and I guess I just don’t get it because I’m not “young” and “hip” anymore. Speaking of my hip, I’ve been feeling this pain in it lately… Oh, right. Youngsters these days. I don’t understand what they DO or how they DRESS. Pull those pants up! You look like an idiot, underwear boy! Don’t your parents know your clothing sizes? I would never let my child go out like that…
Yup, I’m definitely getting old. I guess it comes with being a senior.
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I could have gone on longer, but I got bored...
I AM getting old. I mean, heck, I remember records. I also remember the Napoleonic wars, but that's not the point. I'm a senior citizen, a citizen who is a senior. I'm old, darnit.
