I’m 45 years old this year. I don’t feel it.
“I don’t feel it” is what people say when they realise that 45 (or some other age) isn’t what they thought it would be like. When they realise that the age they are isn’t as old as they imagined it to be. It’s surprising isn’t it?
When you’re 18, 45 seems so old. But of course, once you get here, you realise it isn’t. The face you see in the mirror looks the same, but it’s only the face in that old pic from 1990, that is barely recognisable.
I’m happy with being 45, everything is going well enough. Kids are grown/growing up. My hair is going grey, and I’ve decided to let it go that way. Other bits and pieces are droopie, but it doesn’t bother me too much. All the standards stuff (sugar, blood pressure, cholesterol etc) is good, so I’m not on any regular medication.
There is one change though, that over the past few months that isn’t great (the first of many?) …. It’s my hands, specifically my fingers. They hurt. I bump them and I wince with pain. I can’t click my fingers anymore and I’m having real trouble opening packaging. I can still type and text easily, but other normal movements, like when I wash and dry the dishes, make me want to scream. Quick and casual movements are increasingly painful. I went to the doctor about it in
I went to the doctor about it in Feburary. She prescribed my some anti-inflammatories. She said that’s the first step. If the anti-inflammatories don’t work, then I have a form all ready for blood tests for arthritis. So today, 6 months after that first appointment, I finally headed to the chemist and picked up the medication (the waiting 6 months between the appointment and picking up medication was sad and stupid).
So today, 6 months after that first appointment, I finally headed to the chemist and picked up the medication (the waiting 6 months between the appointment and picking up medication was sad and stupid). When I got home, I joked to my
When I got home, I joked to my mum “where’s my medicine box?” (My parents have sooo much medication for various ailments). Is this my first? The first of many? Is this some kind of turning point? My
Is this some kind of turning point? My mum says her Aunty Gracie (my Grandfather’s sister) whenever she was asked how she was, she’d say “upta shit, takes a lotta strength ta get old”. If old Aunty Gracie is right, it’s certainly going to be an interesting second half.
If old Aunty Gracie is right, it’s certainly going to be an interesting second half. I thought I might write occasionally about ”
I thought I might write occasionally about “aging” on Not Quite Cooked. When I initially Googled (yes, I google medical conditions) what was up with my hands, the results were shit.
I want to read about aging and getting old, and what it’s like from a human / personal perspective.
I’m sick of the gorgeous Hollywood Over-50 features. I’m so glad (not really) that Helen Mirren looks awesome in a bikini, but I don’t connect with her. I want to read about and see real women who are working normal jobs and running small businesses, maybe raising kids and grand-kids, looking good (or not), but all “being” older.
Perhaps by writing about it, I’ll find others in the same boat.
So I took my first Apo-Meloxicam today. I hope it works. I’ll let you know how it goes. Have you used an anti-inflammatory? Have you noticed changes?