For a good while now I just felt old. But not today. Today I feel fucking old.
Two weeks ago I had an MRI to see if I need knee surgery. Tomorrow I get to talk to Ortho about my impending knee surgery-- A lateral tear of the meniscus in the cleft with some degeneration of the joint. I’m sick of walking with a cane and wearing a knee brace.
Saturday I drove 360 some miles to get an MRI to see if I have prostate cancer. No results yet, but I have my suspicions based on my PSAs. The question is: Is it the slow cancer or the fast cancer?
Thursday I need to drive another 100 miles to talk to another doctor about what is now a very minor issue.
So yeah, I’m mother fucking old today…
***Oh, and yes I remember Bardot vividly from my youth. And a host of others you may or not remember. From Marilyn Monroe to Jane Russel to Maureen O’Hara.
How old are you? Cause this is Brigitte Bardot in her thirties at most. We’re talking about 1960’s.
For a good while now I just felt old. But not today. Today I feel fucking old.
Two weeks ago I had an MRI to see if I need knee surgery. Tomorrow I get to talk to Ortho about my impending knee surgery-- A lateral tear of the meniscus in the cleft with some degeneration of the joint. I’m sick of walking with a cane and wearing a knee brace.
Saturday I drove 360 some miles to get an MRI to see if I have prostate cancer. No results yet, but I have my suspicions based on my PSAs. The question is: Is it the slow cancer or the fast cancer?
Thursday I need to drive another 100 miles to talk to another doctor about what is now a very minor issue.
So yeah, I’m mother fucking old today…
***Oh, and yes I remember Bardot vividly from my youth. And a host of others you may or not remember. From Marilyn Monroe to Jane Russel to Maureen O’Hara.