Hmmm. I guess I’m doing well. My aches and pains didn’t really start kicking in until I was over 50. First my achilles heels. I think it was the pounding on the diving board or maybe the pounding from my bicycle. My doctor suggests I start out riding more easily these days. I’d actually been doing tht recently.
My shoulder ligaments are all torn to hell. Been doing physical therapy for that. My eyes don’t work, even with glasses. I’m driving slower as a result.
My stomach has been bothering me for months now. Doc says it might be giardia. Needs a stool sample.
Let’s not talk about skin. I have so many rashes it isn’t funny.
Let’s not talk about the brain, either. Mine feels like a not so friendly stranger these days. I watch myself with amazement. I have no idea what I will do next. I fully expect to wake up one morning and find myself in a different city in some homeless shelter, not remembering who I am.
I could go on, but I will spare you.
The thing is, I fully expect to recover from all these ailments soon and be able to spend my summers doing reverse flips again. You know, after I lose 40 pounds.