Gosh, I hate getting old…

Gosh, I hate getting old…  

Last night I went to bed and fairly good shape.. Well, as good as I get..   But it really pisses me off to get up and something hurts that did not hurt when I went to bed.

Case in point…  I went to bed.  As I said ..in fair good shape.

I woke up in the morning, put my feet on the floor and started to take a step.. and PAIN.. in my ankle.  My right ankle.  Now remember I just told you, I went to bed in fair good shape..  So where the hell did this come from?  How do you get a sprained ankle IN BED???  So  I am limping to the bathroom, and could not see any redness..  no mark.. not that I was expecting one..but at least that would show something.   But NOTHING.. but PAIN..  So I gimped around, trying not to put weight on it..  The dog wants to go out, so I gimp to the door.   What do I see.. SNOW.. the dog is not pleased.. She makes several circle on the deck and then pees..  Looking at me as she runs for the door,  ‘you didn’t expect me to go down in the yard with all that snow, did you,’ look. 

Anyway, after putting on a sock and then my shoe.. the ankle let up and off I went to church..   But why is it.. when we get old… we go to bed… in fairly good shape, and something goes to hell in a hand basket by the time you get up.. After all, how much trouble can you get into …laying in bed.  Well, I guess enough to be upset about it. 

Oh, yea... I am heading to the insurance agency... for the King and I to get our health insurance supplement done for next year..   as you can see we are a little bit late.. Why because the King was hunting so we had to change our date for AFTER ELK SEASON....  then the second one..  well, that one is on me... I had it welded in my brain.. TUESDAY... at 2pm.  I had the sticky note on the mirror... I had it on the calendar on the wall in the hall.. They called and I said, yep.. TUESDAY at 2.. well, I guess she didn't hear me make a mistake..  because they called on MONDAY..  and said... do we need to reschedule your appt. I said "oh no, we will be there tomorrow TUESDAY at 2."... there was silence on the phone... then said  "uh"...   and I said.. tomorrow the 28th.. right.  and she said, uh.... actually it is on the 28th.. but that is TODAY. MONDAY..   my body collapse on the inside... as I looked at the sticky note that says the 28th...  Monday...   So reschedule to THE 18th.. at 9am..  They called on Friday.. I saw who was calling and I said.. this time I got it right...we WILL BE THERE MONDAY AT 9...RIGHT?   She said yes, this time you got it right...   see you MONDAY..  AND BY LOVE OF GOD.. WE WILL BE THERE..  

it is hell to get old..