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I didn't get a thing done yesterday. No laundry, no cleaning, nothing. In fact, I didn't even get dressed. My hip hurt, making it hard to walk. Spouse cleaned the kitchen. Bless him. Today it's not quite as stiff. I wonder if the ache is from the climbing, reaching, stretching and crouching I did while painting on Saturday.
I miss my young self. I miss the ease of movement, the flexibility and limberness, the stamina, the simple ability to function normally the day after some sort of strenuous effort. Not too long ago, while playing with my nephews, I turned a cartwheel and heard my joints say "pop, pop, pop!" My nephews exclaimed, "Aunt Angela, what was that noise?"
Not much, sweeties, just your auntie getting old.
I miss my young self. I miss the ease of movement, the flexibility and limberness, the stamina, the simple ability to function normally the day after some sort of strenuous effort. Not too long ago, while playing with my nephews, I turned a cartwheel and heard my joints say "pop, pop, pop!" My nephews exclaimed, "Aunt Angela, what was that noise?"
Not much, sweeties, just your auntie getting old.
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Feel better soon, avanta.
I miss the young us too!
Avanta -- you could have written that for me. My knees are starting to make noise every time I climb the stairs. Just like Mom.
I was writing in the hopes of sending some encouragement your way, but the best I can come up with is that we're right there with you, sister! That, and I wouldn't go back to feeling miserable in junior high for anything :)
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I understand more than you will ever know.
Vickie **sending healing vibes**