Ok, Taylor Swift, maybe I'm not feeling *quite* 22, but I thought I was doing pretty good for my age. True, some mornings I wake up and feel about 72, but a cuppa Joe and 20 minutes on the elliptical usually gets me going.
Last week I had a Physical scheduled with my Family Doc. When she walked into the exam room, she handed me this envelope filled with information for folks my age.
Middle Age? Really? I can hardly believe that I'm at my peak right now and it's all downhill from here!
Yesterday I had an appointment with the Orthopedic Hand Surgeon. He told me that I have fairly advanced arthritis in my thumb for someone MY AGE. I am now scheduled for hand surgery in a couple of weeks in which he will actually remove one of my hand bones, and re-route a tendon so that the joint in the base of my left thumb will no longer be rubbing bone-on-bone.
Young people do not have surgery for advanced arthritis, right? So it must be true. I must have reached Middle Age.
I went to visit my 99 year old Grandmother a week ago. She is starting to show her age. But if she was labeled "Middle Aged" at my age, she would still have over half of her life to live!
I refuse to believe it.
I also would have refused surgery, if it were not for gardening season coming up soon, in which I want to be able to dig without being slowed down by advanced arthritis in my thumb.
9 months ago