It seems like when you enter your 60's, everything starts to fall apart. Whatever you did in your past life has a way of catching up with you and decides to send you a message that you "f....screwed up. When you were young, you felt athletic and that you were invincible and played with abandon and pushed yourself to limits that even you thought that you could not do. After 23 years in the Marine Corps and 38 jumps into UnGodly, territory, where I never landed on my feet, my body has finnally asked me to slow down. Two hip replacements, and a lumbar laminectomy along with ibuprophen, tramadol and lyrica for neropathic pain, I can still get up mount a horse and ride the property. There are times while pushing a cart in Walmart, that I just stand there for 60 seconds, because the brain says "go" and the legs say "no". Still here at 76. Go Geno. Never sit down.
Funny how we like to talk about our aches and pains. Makes me smile. I think that we need another new recruit to talk about for 18 pages.