An essay on Time.
Then reality hit me. I didn't have the rest of my life stretching out in front of me for an eternity! As I got into my sixties, the arthritis started. First my neck - the legacy of a motorcycle accident 40 years ago. Then my lower back - after 10 years of home care (read housework) for elderly and disabled, my spine had enough. Feet and hands soon followed - probably brought about by riding motorcyles in cold and wet weather for 25 years to and from work. My fingers and toes would be numb by the time I got to work or back home.
The latest bit of my poor old body to bite the dust is my left knee. A month ago, my chiropractor noticed it was swollen and asked if it was painful (it wasn't). He said to get it checked out, and my GP sent me for X-rays and ultra sound. Last week I got the result. Extensive osteo arthritis, inflamed bursar, other stuff. My GP said she was surprised I could even walk. S--T! I never felt a thing! She asked if I'd been kneeling down much, and I said not that I could think of, except to sort out my stash of fabrics when I was getting ready to do a patchwork project. Or to sort out the dirty washing on the kitchen floor. She said not to kneel down again. For goodness sake...one thing I never did while I was cleaning houses, was get down on my hands and knees to scrub floors. One or two clients demanded that I do that, but I flatly refused, and our supervisor supported me. We were all instructed never to get down on our hands and knees to do housework of any kind! I have got down to my knees this week to sort dirty washing and my patchwork fabrics - but I compromised and used a cushion to kneel on.
I have to wear one of those elastic knee supports when I am walking around. Thank goodness I wear jeans or other pants most of the time, and long skirts now and then.
Another 'first' for me at the doctor's was having an ear syringed. I woke up one morning with one ear blocked, and couldn't clear it myself. Thought it might have been an infection, but the GP looked and said no - just a build up of wax. Is that old age too?? I have always cleaned my ears thoroughly, despite Ken telling me that earbuds are dangerous. Pffft. Anyway, I had the ear syringed, and contrary to what people had been telling me, it was not unpleasant. I rather enjoyed the gentle swishing sensation in my ear!
I said to Ken when I got home "I feel like an old woman - ears syringed and wearing an elastic leg support!" He said "Well, you are an old woman". THANK you, dear husband. I really did not need to hear that!
So what has brought all this on? This morning I turned the calendar over to May, and thought no, it can't be. Where is the year going? It will be Christmas again in a minute.
Do any of you feel like your lives are flying by so fast it's out of your control? I thought when I retired I'd have all the time in the world. I suppose I do, but I'm darned if I know what happens to it.