“Bloke” was my oldest’s word for “broke” when she was 2. She announced from the backseat one day, after pulling all of the adorable flowers off of her sandals that, “My candles are bloke.”
Well, today I’m bloke. I’m in the days preceeding my 32nd birthday, and my back has decided to quit. It is done, it tells me. It doesn’t care that my baby needs to be put into his crib, that the blind and senile dog that we’re watching has to be carried in and out the doors and up and down the stairs (good thing she’s a little dog, aye?), or that my 2 year old wants “uppies.” No, my back doesn’t care. And isn’t responding to my ibuprofen enticement.
I really thought I had a few more years before I started falling apart. And I know that this is nothing major. It has threatened me with quitting before, only to restore itself to its daily duty of caring for me and my family. I’m sure it will again. But it, along with my impending birthday, reminds me that I’m not getting any younger. That, though the pregnancies and raising of my kids are blessings to both my heart and my spirit, they are, in large part, a liability to my body.
I should probably add myself to the list of the people I need to make sure are being taken care of…
Geesh, and to think I turn 33 next week. Ack! So far the only real thing I’ve noticed that I can no longer just eat whatever I want and stay BaldMan thin. Don’t worry. All us old people can help take care of each other.
Shall we go cane shopping together?
And I really don’t feel bad for you. I never could eat whatever I wanted and stay Bald Man thin. He still can. Booger.
Still waiting for that day when by metabolism catches up with me… or rather I catch up to it.
Kerri- I have a whole collection of canes already, but I’m always willing to get one or two more. Somehow I always “forget” to take one with me when we go to RenFaire or on a hike and I need to get a new one each time.
Bald Man- The ol’ metabolism will catch up on day. I too was once Bald Man thin, then boom, I was pregnent man. Happened to me at 30. But then again that’s when I got together with Mrs. Grotto so maybe she has something to do with it…
Rantz: Mrs. Grotto got you pregnant?
Rantz,
People have been throwing numbers at me for a decade. First is was 25. Then 30. I’m 31 now, so do you want to make the next guess? Boxes are still available in the office pool.
Kerri – Maybe that is what happened. Hmmm… maybe Mrs. Grotto is part Alien. Could explain that thing she does with her teeth…
Bald Man – People did the same thing with me. I’m not going to give numbers, but luckily I had two brothers who went through it before me. Hope you can keep up without it though. Now I HAVE to work out insead of want to work out.
You mean, some people actually WANT to work out? Craziness..
Kerri – I WANT to work out all the time. I just don’t. I WANT to play soccer, but I don’t make that much effort to do so (My last try was slightly unsuccessful). My desires don’t often match my actions, which is something I should really work on.
Rantz: “What I want to do, I do not do. What I do not want to do, I do.” Paul, I think? I can completely relate. I WANT to go to Hawaii, but here I am. heehee