At my age, It seems that every day brings a different ache or pain. This is good—in a way. If every day brought the same pain, I’d have an official problem that would have to be evaluated by my doctor. But each one is fleeting, thank goodness.
The following is not an exact account of my week, but a representation of what I experience:
On Monday, the pain might be in my lower back. I slept in a bad position, I tell myself, while imploring the hot water from the shower to loosen up my muscles.
Tuesday, I notice my knee aches when I walk up and down the stairs. Not a need-a-knee-replacement ache. I’ve never engaged in enough athletic activity to wear out these joints. At this point, it’s just a twinge and doesn’t happen every time I use the stairs.
Wednesday, I wake up with nothing hurting. Hallelujah! But about 45 minutes later, my big toe throbs, for no apparent reason.
On Thursday, I get a series of cramps in my calf, better known as Charley horses. It sounds like a cutesy lighthearted affliction, but if you’ve had one, even for a few seconds, you know there’s nothing cute or lighthearted about it—you’re thinking agonizing. But it’s over in seconds. The last time I had Charley horses, I was pregnant. That thought is meaningless and gets me no closer to figuring out why it happened now. There’s nothing about me today, including hormones, that resembles my childbearing self.
Friday is a little different. The back of my neck aches. I think I need a new pillow. Or my memory foam is suffering from dementia.
Ahh, Saturday. Sleep in, eat breakfast leisurely, wait until noon to shower. So why do my hips feel achy. Must be the rain. Or change of seasons…no matter what the calendar says.
Not to be outdone, Sunday offers something a cut above. Almost to the top. My teeth hurt. And what’s strange is that they hurt where there are only dental implants and crowns. No God-given teeth. But I soon realize it’s my sinuses playing tricks on me. I was told I have low sinuses, so when they act up it can ache around the mouth.
So there we have it: a full week of varying signs that I’m old enough that the warranties are expiring on my parts. Don’t misunderstand. I’m grateful to have only these momentary reminders and I hope that remains the case for many years.
And just one more, a Monday through Sunday occurrence: The sensations experienced when I get up from a seated position. If there is ever a perfect time for “oy-ing and vey-ing,” as my dear friend Judi puts it, this is the one.
Can you relate? Please share, in between groans.