I always thought I would sail through old age, much as I have coasted through my life so far. Don’t get me wrong, it has been eventful and not that pleasant on numerous occasions.
But I am a survivor if nothing else, and despite several attempts to stop me in my tracks, I have managed to overcome the obstacles that have been thrown my way.
Even the biggies, like two heart attacks and cancer.
So, why am I complaining?
All things considered, I thought growing older would be a doddle, but it isn’t.
I have become half a person.
50% of a person if you like, what with one good knee, one shoulder and hip, and of course, just half of a working brain.
Add galloping arthritis to the mix, something hell-bent on total domination and my days are getting better than ever!
I do try to improve the status quo with gentle yoga and stretching exercises, careful attention to my diet, mainly to stop eating known arthritis triggers, which is harder than you think for all my favourite foods are on that list!
Probably whistling at Dixie (whatever that means) for nothing seems to be working properly yet.
I am currently trying to simplify our workload (when did it all get so complicated?) in order to have more leisure (me time!) and to give the remaining brain cells a fighting chance, as I have an awful lot of writing I still want to do!
I would be interested in hearing how everyone else is coping (or not) with their advancing years…