Falling Apart

My body seems to be of little good these days.

 

Last Friday, while bending over to pick up some shoes, my lower back went into a spasm like I have never experienced. It was bilateral and muscle related. I was thankful it was not a slipped disc. It put me into a stiffness that prevented simple maneuvers such as standing up. I walked like Groucho Marx. I required a cane on which to hoist myself. It is now Tuesday morning and while it is improving, it acts up whenever I try to move too quickly.

And I was just getting good with the trainer too.

 

It remains the allergy season from hell, and the various medications have not helped. I am so tired of sneezing. My eyes continually itch. Worse, the nose closes down at night time and I am a ‘mouth breather’. The dryness of it causes me to wake up – I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in ages. Last week it evolved into bronchitis.

 

So I can’t breathe and I can’t stand up.

 

Over Memorial Day I ate something bad and now the GI system is causing troubles. The bloating is so bad I feel pregnant. I am thankful the nausea hasn’t led to throwing up – I really hate throwing up.

 

I dyed my whiskers. All my gray is located in my chin; the goatee I am sporting makes the gray stand out even more. So I dyed them. It looks OK but it makes the gray in the temples stand out now.

 

Next month I have an expensive visit with the dentist. He wants to fill in some areas where I have grinded my teeth down. Afterwards, I am to get a night guard, which apparently stops me from grinding my teeth into an application for dentures.

 

Such is aging.