Aging Sucks!

If you read the title, then it must’ve struck you enough to continue on with the blog. And it’s really that simple, aging sucks, or at least it can suck! Here’s some of the things that I’ve noticed with my own aging.

I have a few little hole like things on some of my molars and you can like rub your tongue against it and feel as though it gets caught. So, when I went for my annual appointment the other day, I told them that it was there and it wasn’t causing me issues, no pain or anything and come to find out that’s what happens when you age – that can happen to your teeth!

What about the new dark spots that look like clusters of freckles that show up on you or maybe an extra mole or two — yuck!

Or you know how you used to be able to do certain things like physical activity but you haven’t done it in so long that do you dare to actually attempt it, again? Like I used to know how to do the worm.. But do I actually know how to anymore or is it just a figure of my imagination? The same goes for a cartwheel. I’m not about to do one inside my house cause I’m gonna shake the whole thing down but maybe I’ll do it in my backyard, but then fear that my wrists will go out and all my neighbors will see or it’s caught on their cameras 💀

How about how I have carpal tunnel so bad that I’m pleading my case to get surgery? Fingers crossed for the nerve test this Friday! 🤞

Don’t even get me started on your monthly winery supply… #ReadyForAnAblation

Aging legit sucks!!

Now.. knock on wood… I’ve never had a gray hair though!

Really, aging is part of life so let’s get a little deeper than that. I truly have a fear of dying. Now it doesn’t stop me too-too much from doing certain things, but my anxiety gets the best of me which is why I blog about a lot of stuff. If you think about it, it is underlying issues of anxiety. (Yes, I’m medicated so don’t come at me.) But death is truly scary thinking of how you’re gonna leave your kid without a mom or your husband without a wife and so forth. Like every day needs to be taken seriously and then I get in a funk of going to be what I call ‘blah’ and there’s really kind of no time for that. You keep seeing others dying and if you’re like me and you read obituaries and see all the various ages… I mean what even is considered old and lived a long good life anymore?

Anyway, your family is all aging and you’re afraid to get a phone call anymore from certain people as you’re afraid that it might be the call to say that so-and-so has now passed away. It feels like you’re living on the edge often.

Here’s another example for you – what about the fact that you work outdoors for an event in the cold or something and it’s just 3+ hours long, yet you can instantly feel your body aching from working in the cold. What are you supposed to do about that? Don’t tell me to go work out cause I sure don’t have that motivation right now in life.

Alsooo has anyone ever thought of how the one thing you really have zero control over is aging? Like your body is just going to do it whether you like it or not. It’s freaking weird!

Here’s some of my latest aging facts (sigh..!):

I can’t have corn at all now. I found out I was allergic a few years ago but still would occasionally eat it as it didn’t seem to cause any big issues. Haaa! To heck with that! I don’t want whole kernels in the slightest! Trust me, I learned my lesson. However, corn tortilla chips don’t seem to bother me 🤷‍♀️

Sodium… that bitch! Heaven forbid I want to eat a cup of ramen, it’s like instant swelling in the face.

Want to talk on the phone for a while? Be prepared for your arm to go numb from your stupid carpal tunnel.

Alcohol… ugh! Such a love-hate relationship with it. Makes ya feel good and relaxed, yet you hate the idea that that’s one of the only things that gives you that relaxation feeling. Yet if you drink it, your face turns 3 shades of red asap even with foundation on. 🤦‍♀️

Let’s talk dry shampoo.. sureeeee it’s great when you wanna be lazy, got long tedious hair, in a hurry or what have you, but after day 3 of not washing my hair, my bathroom turns into a smoke filled like cloud because I gotta put so much on my dome at this point – freakin oily hair!

Oh!! And what about your eyelashes?! Mine used to look like my kids (long & curled), but now they grow in straight instead of curled to the heavens?!

Signing off.. what’s the purpose of keeping track of your age after you hit 30?

Something to ponder on.. eventually one of us will be the last friend of the group to go to a funeral. Or possibly the last member of the family.

Weird… Peace! ✌️