Getting older sucks. Notice I didn’t say old, just older. We’re not quite there yet.
Everything takes longer to recover from, and at times you feel like you might literally be falling apart. For example, I hurt my back on the Monday of Thanksgiving break. No, I wasn’t moving furniture, bench pressing an elephant, or climbing a rock feature. I picked up some firewood. Yep, firewood. Not a big stack. No. Just 4 or 5 small pieces. This seemingly simple task put me on the couch for the rest of break, and it keeps rearing its ugly head and reminding me that it’s not yet healed.
Want to turn around in the car seat so you can back out of the driveway? NOPE! Want to shave your legs? I don’t think so! Drying your hair with a blow dryer? Not this week!
Ugh.
Over the past weekend I was able to travel to Buffalo, New York, for my husband’s company Christmas party (I know, I’m fancy). I was so excited because I’ve never been to New York, and I knew I’d get to see snow and Niagara Falls. The trip was okay (I got sick on Saturday), but the return flight did me in. My back had been getting better, but I was stuck in the middle seat on a completely full 3 hour flight. So the past two days, instead of getting better, my back is getting worse.
Great.
I started thinking about what a baby I am and how I could just make it get better so I’d stop whining. Apparently there is no quick fix for this, and I’m stuck with it until it heals. This means I can’t move the desks around in my room for semester exams. I also can’t walk normally down the hallway. Kids keep asking what’s wrong, and I just tell them I’m old because it’s easier than trying to explain.
Like I said, I’m going to try to stop whining and suck it up. I think I’ll go take some Advil and get an ice pack from the nurse.
