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I am getting old. Yep, I am old.
How do I know that I am old? Well, it is pretty easy for me to tell.
You see, about 3 weeks ago, I started noticing some leg pain in my right hip. It would start out soon after I got to work and only go away after I had been home for a while. I could not trace the source of this achy pain. It was quite annoying. It didn’t bother enough to keep me from exercising. In fact I was able to increase my pace regularly on the elliptical and up my weights. The ache just did not seem to go away. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. It seemed that once my day really started to get going, my right hip just started to ache, and it wasn’t until my day was done and I was dressed for bed (yes, I dress for bed you naughty people) that the hip stopped bothering me. Lather, rinse, repeat. Day in day out for nigh on 3 weeks my hip was killing me slowly.
OK, before anyone jumps to conclusions, I am not about to announce I have a tumor a la everyone wifey knows at the moment. No tumors here… of which I am aware.
OK, back to my story of agedness. I realized one fine morning as I sat down to drive me car to work that in that moment my hip started to ache. In fact, all day long I noticed that my hip really hurt more whilst I was seated. On the drive home I took out my wallet and placed it on the passenger seat of the car.
OH! SWEET! RELIEF!
My hip magically stopped aching. My days are now brighter and less full of Advil. Before anyone thinks my wallet is all plush phat with the Benjamins, I want to remind all of you that as a cartographer I am not living high off the hog with massive amounts of cashola in my pockets… /begin chest thumping: not that I don’t bring home the bacon, cause you know I bring it to tha house old skool. /end chest thumping. Turns out my wallet was really not that full of anything. I did do some minor wallet clean-up but only found 3 cards that were not everyday useful. I rarely if ever have cash on me. I only have 1 credit card other than my bank card. I have the keyless card entry for my work. I have a grocery rewards program card, 3 insurance cards, and about 6 pictures of Little Man. All in all, it was not a super fatty wallet. The issue is that I have weak and tight hips that do not like bending, flexing, or torsion… and I am slowly getting older… day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second…
To recap:
Thanks this weekend to ACW, KW, Nadolny, R, M and D, and Wifey for all your help this weekend getting the new slide out of the garage for Little Man
He absolutely loves the thing
He really likes the sandbox under it more than anything at the moment
Special thanks to Popo for helping to disassemble the monstrosity 3 weeks ago in the cold and snow
I owe you all
Popo, even more
Tomorrow is the continuation of the 20 Questions Tuesday’s Color topic
A glorious time will be had by all in the writing and the reading of the post
How do I know that I am old? Well, it is pretty easy for me to tell.
You see, about 3 weeks ago, I started noticing some leg pain in my right hip. It would start out soon after I got to work and only go away after I had been home for a while. I could not trace the source of this achy pain. It was quite annoying. It didn’t bother enough to keep me from exercising. In fact I was able to increase my pace regularly on the elliptical and up my weights. The ache just did not seem to go away. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. It seemed that once my day really started to get going, my right hip just started to ache, and it wasn’t until my day was done and I was dressed for bed (yes, I dress for bed you naughty people) that the hip stopped bothering me. Lather, rinse, repeat. Day in day out for nigh on 3 weeks my hip was killing me slowly.
OK, before anyone jumps to conclusions, I am not about to announce I have a tumor a la everyone wifey knows at the moment. No tumors here… of which I am aware.
OK, back to my story of agedness. I realized one fine morning as I sat down to drive me car to work that in that moment my hip started to ache. In fact, all day long I noticed that my hip really hurt more whilst I was seated. On the drive home I took out my wallet and placed it on the passenger seat of the car.
OH! SWEET! RELIEF!
My hip magically stopped aching. My days are now brighter and less full of Advil. Before anyone thinks my wallet is all plush phat with the Benjamins, I want to remind all of you that as a cartographer I am not living high off the hog with massive amounts of cashola in my pockets… /begin chest thumping: not that I don’t bring home the bacon, cause you know I bring it to tha house old skool. /end chest thumping. Turns out my wallet was really not that full of anything. I did do some minor wallet clean-up but only found 3 cards that were not everyday useful. I rarely if ever have cash on me. I only have 1 credit card other than my bank card. I have the keyless card entry for my work. I have a grocery rewards program card, 3 insurance cards, and about 6 pictures of Little Man. All in all, it was not a super fatty wallet. The issue is that I have weak and tight hips that do not like bending, flexing, or torsion… and I am slowly getting older… day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second…
To recap:
Thanks this weekend to ACW, KW, Nadolny, R, M and D, and Wifey for all your help this weekend getting the new slide out of the garage for Little Man
He absolutely loves the thing
He really likes the sandbox under it more than anything at the moment
Special thanks to Popo for helping to disassemble the monstrosity 3 weeks ago in the cold and snow
I owe you all
Popo, even more
Tomorrow is the continuation of the 20 Questions Tuesday’s Color topic
A glorious time will be had by all in the writing and the reading of the post
Labels: mad ramblings
8 Comments:
I have heard that men get hip aches because of wallets. It's the equivalent of shoulder aches that women get from their purses.
What does that prove?
Both sexes - equally stupid. Only a human would carry around something relatively light long enough for it to cause pain.
Another negative side effect of a sedentary lifestyle.
I have a dream,
that someday we will wear a kind of face shield,
which will function as prescription eyeware and sunscreen,
that will have not only a blue tooth,
but will also function as a computer terminal screen, with GUI (graphics user interface) capapbility.
On that happy day, we will be able to stand and take our rightful place as an animal, built to live in motion.
FREE at last!
I think the surest sign of age is not the minor aches and pains, but when you start talking about the minor aches and pains.
"Torsion." Good word.
Mom:
The other animals die before they get the repetitive use injuries.
Zulhai:
Free? to be constantly reachable by my work? I am not sure that is free at all.
Anon:
Especially when the stories do not have any sort of action associated with them.
B:
Why thank you.
First of all, as one of the tumor laden, I thought I too was tumor free and ultra-healthy until last week. I'm just saying, you never know...
But I swear your blog came straight out of a Seinfeld episode where Kramer convinced Jerry to quit carrying a wallet and he began carrying a "man bag" to reduce the weight on his hip. Is this something we should look forward too? Will it be brown or black?
Anon:
IT'S A CARRYALL!!!
Hang in there, Pappy.
Atmikha
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