I’m only 36, but thanks to semi-diagnosed autoimmune crappy-crap, I’m aging more rapidly than I might have ordinarily…
Plantar fasciiatis: got that this summer from running around amusement parks with the kids right after I had my last baby. Ugh. And due to breastfeeding, no medicine for me. Every freaking day hurts. So I am getting fatter because I can’t move without excruciating foot pain. Arthritis too. I eat more aspirin/tylenol/ibuprofen than you can imagine just to not roll in a ball and cry every day. (It’s every other day instead.) I do believe a bit of opiate would be much less harmful for me and baby, but that’s modern medicine these days…
I used to wish for thinner hair. Now I still have bushy hair, but much less of it. It is NOT an improvement. Especially with all the grey, which sticks up in the middle. I color it, but that only lasts a week or so on the thick greys.
Heartburn. WTF?!?!
I knew that having children would mean a reduced sex life, as I had two in my twenties. Now I have two more little ones…only, neither me or DH can stay awake (at least, both of us on the same day) past their bedtimes to make up for it. And, to be honest, I don’t even care that much! This is a shocker for me.
However, Panache’s little tale of getting an exam was kind of hot. :o
Um, where was I? Oh, someone mentioned video games. I’ve been a gamer since my first VIC-20 when I had to copy the program files myself. I still purchase quite a few, but they bore me or I don’t have time to get into it. I’ve been playing Fallout:New Vegas for a billion years, it seems like, and I’m craving something like King’s Quest. I’d like to play games with my teenage son, but it’s not like taking turns on Super Mario anymore…
I’ve had to tell my 15 y.o. daughter to wear something less revealing. This feels weird, and somehow hypocritical, but I guess it’s my duty. This one is very hard to explain.
A bit of a hangover can last 3 days now.
Aruvqan described a fantastic-sounding hangout. Even if I had unlimited babysitting, etc., there is nowhere around here that I’d like to go. I’ve been contemplating having us join the Moose or the Elks or something just to have a venue for good laid-back grownup time. Even if it’s bingo or line-dancing. Never thought I’d be in this boat.
I trim/pull my husbands ear hairs…not IN the ear, but on the outer rim. They are freaky long and white!! Doesn’t actually bother me though, I’ve always been a monkey about grooming. It’s just that he’s so hot, and forty…one…it seems surreal. That’s not old!! Oh, and weird eyebrow hairs that will reach down and touch his cheek if I don’t notice and yank 'em. Somehow he never does.
If I don’t have a bra on, my boobs will rest on my ribcage. Never expected that so soon. They aren’t horrid, I guess, but it’s always a surprise.
Basically, I still feel 23 or so until I have to stand up and do something, and then I realize that things are going south in some fashion.