And so it begins
It's official. I'm old.
I went to my GP today because I've been experiencing a limited range of motion in my left hip, plus it hurts when I stand for a long time, or am too active.
Yeah. I have osteoarthritis in my hip.
So far it's not that bad. It only hurts when I sit cross-legged, when I overdo the physical activity, or when I have to stand for hours on end (hello, trade shows!). Sister Amy suggested that I get it looked at the last time I was in San Diego, so that I could start Physical Therapy, which was wise of her. She had one of her own hips replaced at a very young age, so she knows whereof she speaks.
So I'll be doing PT, as well as taking some anti-inflammatory medications to keep things under control.
But the real issue is, when the hell did I get old enough to develop arthritis in my damn hip? I already need bifocals and a hearing aid, for Christ's sake. What's next? Incontinence? Glaucoma? Cataracts? Osteoporosis? It feels like just yesterday that my body was strong, pain-free, and basically did whatever I asked of it without a lot of fuss. Fucking aging, man. Shit.
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I totally feel ya. Same here. In my head I'm still 27.
KEGELS! ALL THE KEGELS!
Says the person who never remembers to do them.
My biggest problem is that I'm not sure if I ache because I've overdone something, because I've injured myself because I'm a klutz, or because it's long-term damage (like arthritis).
You don't have to be that old to develop arthritis FWIW. Grandmom was diagnosed with her right after my aunt was born. Which probably ended up helping her keep mobile, cuz she HAD to chase that toddler. :D
Welcome to the world of getting old...
Love you
I love demonstrating the facial expressions that gave me my wrinkles to young children. They really get a kick out of it. Then they get a lesson on how to do a facial massage. On me.
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