Tru dat brotherYep. I just bought myself a nose and ear hair trimmer!
Something in my nose was tickling me, and I reached up and grabbed hold of a hair that was so long I couldn't believe it. I looked in the mirror and realized I needed to take care of some personal grooming as there seem to be a lot of hairs growing in places they shouldn't be. When the hell did that happen?!
I still have very thick hair. It runs in the family.
My feet hurt. After multiple tests and x-rays the rheumatologist told me that it's because of fused vertebrae in my lower back.
I used to walk extremely fast - so much so that family/friends would comment that I needed to slow down. Not anymore.
I'm looking for someone to get pine needles off of the roof and clean my gutters. My own risk/cost analysis of the project tells me it's going to be cheaper to hire someone than it is to make the trip to the ER if things go bad.
I used to do EVERYTHING myself (carpentry, paint, home repairs, auto repairs), now, I'm happy to hire somebody to do the bigger jobs.
God is good and I'm blessed with my health. I try to keep the attitude that "everyday is a gift" and use it to the fullest.
And, to the OP, I'm glad you're okay!
My brother in law had his first heart attack @ like 34. He was in the Army at the time so it wast like he was a Coke head.It was two weeks ago today. Up until then I was a young healthy indestructible 61 year old man.
I had a heart attack and nearly died. I’m way too young, and that only happens to other people.
At 55 I was working with the military in Hawaii. I was still running several times a week, started surfing, overall in good shape. I was temporarily moved to an office where I was the only "old" person, everyone else was years younger than my son. I couldn't participate in the office chatter, one kid told a story about coming back to his room drunk and pissing on the keyboard of his computer. I couldn't relate and was alone in a crowd. I couldn't wait to get back to my old office with all the old people.
Blessings upIt was two weeks ago today. Up until then I was a young healthy indestructible 61 year old man.
I had a heart attack and nearly died. I’m way too young, and that only happens to other people.
I use to ice skate very well (played hockey as a kid) No way in hell even 3 years ago when I was 59 would I think about getting on the ice with skates. The thought of falling now is not without thing about breaking a hip!Where I work (computer animation studio), I'm the oldest person there (59). Most people are in their 30's.
Lot of times, they will talk about some music or a TV show and I have no idea what they are talking about.
7 years ago, we adopted a 2 and a 3 year old out of the foster care system. When I go to the school functions, I feel a bit old.
However, last week, we took them ice skating for the first time at Gaylord Texan. I was the oldest person there on the ice. However, since I grew up ice skating as a kid, I was the ONLY person on the rink who knew how to ice skate and everyone was staring at me. Even my kids said "it's not fair, you skated good and we kept falling down", not knowing I started skating over 50 years ago.
Me, I have learned getting old isn't that great. It dawns on me every day when I go to work.Starting a thread about the moment you realized your youth is behind you. Could be an injury or just the reality that you no longer have anything in common with the younger generations etc...
I'll go first. This past Thanksgiving day weekend I went out to the family property with a friend to do some hunting. 700 acres is a lot of ground to cover so we took out the four wheelers. After a day of not seeing anything (yes we are impatient) we decided to go hit some trails. We rode for about an hour exploring new trails and finding several areas hogs get into the property. On the way back to the house I decided I was going to rip a couple of doughnuts in the middle of a rocky road. My mistake. I threw the 4 wheeler side ways and was mid way through a nice doughnut when it caught up on something and highsided me right off and down a rocky slope.
In my younger years I learned pretty well how to bail and fall from dirt bikes and 4 wheelers. This time I was a little slow on my reaction and didn't clear the four wheeler enough. It rolled over me as I went tumbling. I am lucky that I wasn't seriously injured and I popped up immediately with adrenaline to get the four wheeler back on its tires. I was a little sore, but brushed it off. Got towed back to the house and we had some drinks. The next morning though when I woke up to go out hunting I realized I was pretty banged up. My entire right side from shoulder to ribs was bruised up. I didn't break anything luckily and decided to rest up the rest of the weekend. It's been a few days now and I know that I'm okay, but still sore. Not like the days of my youth were I would be right back on the 4 wheeler and shredding again. I've come to the realization that I'm no longer in my 20's and it kind of sucks.
Anyone else have a direct moment of reality that you aren't young anymore?
Youth is wasted on the young…
Recovery for me is a telltale sign of getting old.
Hangovers are way worse now.
It takes longer to recover from workouts.
Injuries take a lot longer to heal.
Get off my lawn…
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Funny how much goes thru your mind in such a short time like flying thru the air wondering just how you got into this particular situation.Starting a thread about the moment you realized your youth is behind you. Could be an injury or just the reality that you no longer have anything in common with the younger generations etc...
I'll go first. This past Thanksgiving day weekend I went out to the family property with a friend to do some hunting. 700 acres is a lot of ground to cover so we took out the four wheelers. After a day of not seeing anything (yes we are impatient) we decided to go hit some trails. We rode for about an hour exploring new trails and finding several areas hogs get into the property. On the way back to the house I decided I was going to rip a couple of doughnuts in the middle of a rocky road. My mistake. I threw the 4 wheeler side ways and was mid way through a nice doughnut when it caught up on something and highsided me right off and down a rocky slope.
In my younger years I learned pretty well how to bail and fall from dirt bikes and 4 wheelers. This time I was a little slow on my reaction and didn't clear the four wheeler enough. It rolled over me as I went tumbling. I am lucky that I wasn't seriously injured and I popped up immediately with adrenaline to get the four wheeler back on its tires. I was a little sore, but brushed it off. Got towed back to the house and we had some drinks. The next morning though when I woke up to go out hunting I realized I was pretty banged up. My entire right side from shoulder to ribs was bruised up. I didn't break anything luckily and decided to rest up the rest of the weekend. It's been a few days now and I know that I'm okay, but still sore. Not like the days of my youth were I would be right back on the 4 wheeler and shredding again. I've come to the realization that I'm no longer in my 20's and it kind of sucks.
Anyone else have a direct moment of reality that you aren't young anymore?
It didn't take me long to realize I had fucked upFunny how much goes thru your mind in such a short time like flying thru the air wondering just how you got into this particular situation.