I’ve been noticing more often that things that didn’t use to happen, are happening. I never had the misconception that I was indestructible, but for the most part injuries followed the pattern of a) get hurt and b) feel better a day or two later. It seems that part a is more frequent and part b is now taking longer than it should. We’re going to set aside the week long case of insomnia I’ve been laboring under and focus just on the physical issues at hand. Like Thursday and Friday, when my wrist ached steadily the more I typed (and I spend alot of time typing). Sunday I pulled something in my foot (thanks, of course, to one or more of the dogs) and that’s still a pain point when I step anything more than gingerly. This morning, I woke up with the frustrating inability to raise my left arm above my shoulder without being rewarded for my efforts with stabbing pain. That’s not something you want to learn at 0435, especially when your morning routine involves shaving your head, which, by definition resides above shoulder height. It tends to lead to a yelp of distress that no one enjoys at that hour. I’m not talking about debilitating pain here, but it seems that at the ripe old age of 32, I should be able to function in daily life without feeling like I’m falling apart.

Is this really what there is to look forward to for the next 30-40 years? If so, all I can say is not cool. Not cool at all. Well, that and it might be a good idea to buy stock in companies that make pain relievers. Who knows what bit or piece is going to feel like rebelling next.