Getting older is not for the weak

Left shoulder is gone and has been for some time. The pain goes from shitty to unbearable on a regular basis. Tequila and pain meds combined don't touch it.
Left elbow only gives me fits while I'm awake for which I'm grateful. The shoulder makes up for it in the middle of the night.
And now, just to top shit off, I'm starting to compare the different hip replacement procedures and gear for my right hip.

Living hard and fast during my youth has finally caught up with my dumb ass.
The good news?
My dick thinks it's still sixteen and in science class. My life rocks.



Ferris was a total pussy, but I'm glad he had fun.

 
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  • 3/6/2010 10:35 PM og wrote:
    Sucks to get old. Sucks worse to not get old. Not much else you can do but suck it up and go on.

    I have to wear these glove things to keep my wrists from bending while I sleep or I wake up screaming from the pain. Like sleeping with velcro boxing gloves on. Nice to ge the pubes caught in the velcro when scratching too.

    Knees are horrid. No hip trouble yet but I won't be surprised. Back is good most days.

    I wake up and have those first few moments when I don't feel a thing. Then I move, and something hurts. And I remember I'm alive.

    Things could be worse. And they will be.
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  • 3/7/2010 12:21 AM Skip wrote:
    Five years as a grunt, forty wearin' bags on construction jobs, five climbing all over bridges, a bunch of bike crashes, yeah I feel your pain brutha.
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  • 3/7/2010 1:11 AM Christina LMT wrote:
    *sigh*

    I love you like a brother, Dick. And I know saying this is probably fruitless and pointless, but let me give you a massage, you dumb fuck! I'll do it for free, even. What would it hurt, and I can tell you right now that you would feel better. No, I'm not going to cure or heal anything, but I will help you.
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  • 3/7/2010 11:26 AM Guy S wrote:
    Have to echo the above, "I feel your pain".

    My lower back is a crap shoot. Some days I can leap over buildings in a single bound. The very next day, I am lucky to be able to get outta the rack without resorting to some sort of gymnastic routine. Once out of bed, I could pass for Marty Feldman's version of Igor.

    I used to laugh at my old man when he would complain about the weather changing affecting his knees. (No, I didn't laugh out loud, no death wish here.) Some 30 odd years later, I seemed to have inherited those very same knees. And my oh my, do those bastards snap, crackle, and pop during the winter.

    Just outta high school, some 35 years ago, I could run the mile in about 5 and a half minutes. Not a speed demon, but respectable enough. Today, I wheeze and gasp just looking at my sneakers.

    You are quite correct Dick, we are all paying for the sins of our youth. I also note, we are sounding very much like a bunch of old farts sitting round the 'pot belly stove' at the hardware store, like our grandfathers did, a generation or so back.
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  • 3/7/2010 12:21 PM Jimmie wrote:
    bitchbitchbitch!

    Seriously, I'm 44 (I think) And I'm in better shape than I was when I was 34. After deciding that working behind a desk is not for me, I went back to work with my old man. Lost 20 pounds in the first 60 days. Yeah I got aches n pains... but I wouldn't trade what I'm doing for anything. The old man is 73 now, and he still climbs the ladder on a daily basis. (He's still not convinced I can run my own crew) I only hope to be as active and healthy as that old fucker is when I'm in my 70's. And this man wrote the book on hard living back in the day.
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  • 3/7/2010 12:42 PM Graumagus wrote:
    I'm 38.

    I'm getting gout. Fucking GOUT for crying out loud.

    Still not nearly in your shoes, but it's coming....
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  • 3/8/2010 11:33 AM Firehand wrote:
    Couple of years back told daughter "I am that bumper sticker: the one that says "If I'd known I'd live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself."

    Though damned if I know just what I'd have done differently.
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