Fallen Off the Horse, In My Sleep

One morning two weeks ago, I woke up and my right heel was injured. Sore and tender. I couldn't even walk on it. My son suggested, “maybe you slept funny.” Yes, this is what happens when you get older. You injure yourself while sleeping, cleaning, gardening and participating in your normal activities of daily living. (sigh). Bringing your fork to your mouth could lead to a puncture type injury. Forget exercising, this is way too risky an activity. I can barely get through the night safely. My poor elliptical machine is getting dusty. God forbid I start hanging my laundry on it.


I'm heading to my 20 year high school reunion next month. This milestone is the punctuation of my mid life crisis. I don't even want to think that my life might be half over, in case I jinks myself. I'm becoming very superstitious these days. In addition to mysterious injuries....(I can't remember the second half of my sentence)...oh yes, it's the memory issues. I have scrambled eggs between my head most days. It becomes more pronounced with less that eight hours sleep.


Next thing you know, I'm going to get my hair permed, start listening to easy rock, turn down the volume on my radio, and turn the volume up on my TV. Thank you to Pamela Redmond Satran for giving me pointers in “How Not to Act Old.”