The Joys of Getting Older
Oh the joys of getting older. I'm 41 but starting to feel about 70. I've got a bum left knee, a sore right hip from trying to stay off my left leg, a bad chest cold, AND gas on top of it all! So my day today went something like this...
Wake up, find glasses, sit up in bed...pfffft..oh no, GAS!
Get out of bed, find cane to hobble around on..step down, ouch my knee! Step on right side, ouch my hip! Head to bathroom to pee, ouching all the way..halfway there, have a coughing fit, which makes me have to pee even more, AND brings on the farts again.
Catch my breath, continue to the potty. Finally make it there, sit down, pee, and get back up. Ouch my knee, ouch my hip! Hobble down the hall..ouch, ouch, cough, cough, poot, poot, ouch, ouch...finally make it to my recliner. Plop my big fat butt down in it which brings on more poots..laugh at myself, dog passes out....
Boy what an exhausting (and stinky!) day....
I'm tired already...is it bedtime yet??
Wake up, find glasses, sit up in bed...pfffft..oh no, GAS!
Get out of bed, find cane to hobble around on..step down, ouch my knee! Step on right side, ouch my hip! Head to bathroom to pee, ouching all the way..halfway there, have a coughing fit, which makes me have to pee even more, AND brings on the farts again.
Catch my breath, continue to the potty. Finally make it there, sit down, pee, and get back up. Ouch my knee, ouch my hip! Hobble down the hall..ouch, ouch, cough, cough, poot, poot, ouch, ouch...finally make it to my recliner. Plop my big fat butt down in it which brings on more poots..laugh at myself, dog passes out....
Boy what an exhausting (and stinky!) day....
I'm tired already...is it bedtime yet??
posted by Angie at 8:50 PM
1 Comments:
Sounds like bohemian music. Music with visual effects and olfactory effects. Poor thing! I know you have to laugh to keep from crying. After the knee is fixed you can run marathons through the trails of Camp Coffey.
Love,
MOM
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