**Disclaimer**
This post could include slight exaggerations.
That's right. Age is more than just a number. I didn't really think I was going to start my downhill spiral this soon after turning 50 earlier this year, but it is truly full blown 'old age.' Little things have started happening, and I feel almost completely out of control.
I have had two stupidity incidents recently, both in hotel rooms.
Exhibit A) Embarrassing. I just busted it walking across the room in the pitch dark. I fell on the footboard of the bed, and had an injury to my back which did not require a doctor visit. It was just very sore and tender for over a week. Klutz move deluxe.
Exhibit B) Very embarrassing. Somehow, late at night, I pinched my finger in the drain of the sink -- don't ask, because there is no explanation, at least none that I can recall. ;( There was a lot of pain, and the next day the whole finger was black and blue. Maybe a broken blood vessel, and a big blood blister at the site of the pain. Mike came running when that happened, because well, I guess expletives were flying. Perhaps loudly.
Additionally, lately I have noticed that my driving is worse than usual. I hate admitting that, but I find myself being 'that driver' that pauses too long after the light turns green, because I am gawking around. I notice that I pull out of a parking place in a parking lot, then I try to pull over to another place in the parking lot because I want to check my email or phone calls before I pull out onto the road. I think I am clear and out of the way, but somehow I am blocking someone else from where they want to be. I am 'that' idiot driver.
Oh, and I am always cold. Someone, please, remind me that when I leave the house in the morning, or leave town for a few days, I may need a coat and gloves. Seriously. It is November. It is only going to get colder before it gets warmer. How hard can that be to remember? Apparently pretty hard. I have left town three times in the last month, and not once did I bring a coat. Each trip, I have bought gloves. Thought that would be cheaper than a new coat every time... Good grief, what a goober.
Yeah, and this one is good. I make lists everywhere. I don't look at them, I lose them. Therefore, I overlook lots of things that I need to get done. I walk into other rooms and forget why I am there. But my dad told me the other day.... "Until you don't know what room you are in or where you are, there truly is no problem." Okay, I'll go with that.
This post could include slight exaggerations.
That's right. Age is more than just a number. I didn't really think I was going to start my downhill spiral this soon after turning 50 earlier this year, but it is truly full blown 'old age.' Little things have started happening, and I feel almost completely out of control.
I have had two stupidity incidents recently, both in hotel rooms.
Exhibit A) Embarrassing. I just busted it walking across the room in the pitch dark. I fell on the footboard of the bed, and had an injury to my back which did not require a doctor visit. It was just very sore and tender for over a week. Klutz move deluxe.
Exhibit B) Very embarrassing. Somehow, late at night, I pinched my finger in the drain of the sink -- don't ask, because there is no explanation, at least none that I can recall. ;( There was a lot of pain, and the next day the whole finger was black and blue. Maybe a broken blood vessel, and a big blood blister at the site of the pain. Mike came running when that happened, because well, I guess expletives were flying. Perhaps loudly.
Additionally, lately I have noticed that my driving is worse than usual. I hate admitting that, but I find myself being 'that driver' that pauses too long after the light turns green, because I am gawking around. I notice that I pull out of a parking place in a parking lot, then I try to pull over to another place in the parking lot because I want to check my email or phone calls before I pull out onto the road. I think I am clear and out of the way, but somehow I am blocking someone else from where they want to be. I am 'that' idiot driver.
Oh, and I am always cold. Someone, please, remind me that when I leave the house in the morning, or leave town for a few days, I may need a coat and gloves. Seriously. It is November. It is only going to get colder before it gets warmer. How hard can that be to remember? Apparently pretty hard. I have left town three times in the last month, and not once did I bring a coat. Each trip, I have bought gloves. Thought that would be cheaper than a new coat every time... Good grief, what a goober.
Yeah, and this one is good. I make lists everywhere. I don't look at them, I lose them. Therefore, I overlook lots of things that I need to get done. I walk into other rooms and forget why I am there. But my dad told me the other day.... "Until you don't know what room you are in or where you are, there truly is no problem." Okay, I'll go with that.
