Granny here,
I thought I had experienced any kind of ache and pain that one could feel after living 70 years but I've been introduced to some new friends in the last few weeks and boy I hope they're just passing through.
I have things hurting I didn't know I had and I Don't Like It one bit! Why does the old body have to rebel when we do something it doesn't like, can't it just accept what has to be done and keep it's feelings to itself? I guess not.
I've never been ran over by a Mac truck but I've a pretty good notion what it might feel like and boy does it hurt. Every fiber of my being is saying hey, listen to me, rub me first, soak me long and hard or just get off of me for a while. So when bedtime comes which would be 7 pm if I let my body have its way but then I would be up at midnight so I try to wait until at least 10 or 11 before giving in.
Then I have to face the moment when my eyes open the next morning and face the stiff, sore, tired, aching, muscles and bones that have lain dormant all night and now I have the task of getting everything to work again. What a job, that first movement will get cha for sure and those first steps on those tired, sore feet. Wow! does that wake you up!
But you know what's great about the old body, it just bounces right back like a spring, oh, don't get me wrong, the aches and pains are still there to remind me of all I accomplished yesterday and what price I will pay for accomplishments today but I forge ahead with a goal in mind, looking back when it's all over and say Welcome Home!
Thanks to all who helped me get there!
Granny here, just saying!
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