Been doing a lot of whining about my bad back and I'm sorry about that. It's not the pain that's getting to me though. That's mainly annoying.� What's driving me crazy is the way it's limited me. I can't do a lot of the things that I not only could do but enjoyed doing. Take long walks. Putter around the yard. Sit and read for hours. Stand up.
Yesterday I was out on my bike for the first time in over a year and it dawned on me. It hasn't been as much the matter that I can't do these things as that I've been avoiding doing theses things, telling myself to wait until my back feels better. Which of course has contributed to making it feel worse. So what 's really making me nuts is that I've let it turn me into a big baby.
I've seen the doctor. He ordered X-rays. They came back a couple of weeks ago.� No slipped discs. No fractures. I was expecting to be carted off for immediate surgery.
Wait til your appendages start falling off! Then the doc will say those things were just vestigial, don't ya know?
Planet of the Blind 
The fifties is the time that most will come to recognize the mortal enemies that will nag our later years, and start to realize why there are so many more grumpier older than younger adults. Let’s all wish one another at least a marginally tolerable aging, and treasure each and every golden moment that passes our way.
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Sounds like terminal old age!
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