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Cutting to the Core

Growing old with me

Growing old sucks, let me tell you. And I'm only 39.

Since I've come to this unforgettable town I've gained like 30 pounds. That's just in three years.

Is it the great Mexican food that is here in abundance? Is it the fact I sit on my duff for the majority of the day? Is it just because I'm lazy?

I don't know the answer but I do know it's accumulated to the point where I'm in constant pain. I play tennis twice a week with a group of guys (and one woman) who are all older than me. One of them told me it doesn't get any better with age, only worse. So much for the theory of fine wine.

This pain I'm talking about is a lower back pain that sometimes puts me to my knees. It got so bad the other day I finally broke down and went to the hospital.

To be honest, I wanted something that would put me out of my misery. Something that would reduce me to a slobbering fool. I just wanted the pain to go away.

I didn't get it. They only gave me anti-inflammatory medication that helps a bit but still leaves me in pain.

It makes me long for the days when I was young and carefree. I could jump into a pick-up game of football and be totally fine the next day.

I could sleep in any position at night in my bed and wake up feeling fine. Now, if I even dream about sleeping in the wrong position I wake up with my back on fire.

This usually results with me screaming, "Honey, help me!"

But complaining won't get me anywhere, although it's good to vent. Short of becoming the next Rush Limbaugh I guess I'll have to do the exercises that were prescribed to me, keep up on the anti-inflammatory meds and hope for the best.

Ain't life grand.

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