I cringe when I hear that old moniker, ‘age is just a number’. Well duh....
My 65 year old self is not my 35 y/o self - well kept or not.
I have no idea what, a pinched nerve maybe, but the pain is excruciating until I get to sit or prone position I don't plan on disturbing for a while
I'll give it another day or two before I panic
But panic is next on the list
I judged "old age" differently...
When (22 years ago) I was 65, I looked back over 45-years years of sex and 45-years, on & off, of bodybuilding and voted bodybuilding into first place...
At 78 I crossed them both off the list, but at least I had a young wife...
Now, at 87, the wife turns 82 next Monday and it is too late to find a younger replacement...
OTOH, when we got married in 1960, some of my buddies called me a "cradle robber"... Best thing I ever did...
My 65 year old self is not my 35 y/o self - well kept or not.
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Oh do I ever hear that, loud and clear!
Each additional DAY past 65 brings more aches and pains, mysterious twinges, irrational bodily functions and the whole lineup of mental oddities.
I used to laugh at the saying that “Youth is wasted on the young” but now it makes sense.