Bones

I have noticed that, of late, I can not even lie down and inhale without my back cracking. When I walk around the house, I sound like a really loud bowl of Rice Krispies. I yawned the other day, and my jaw popped like a firecracker. I thought I heard my knee clap when I got out of bed the other morning. I guess it is now my lot in life to sound like a jazz band whenever I move. I guess my skeleton falling apart is yet another bright side to middle age, next to the intrusive doctor's appointments and my nerves cooking down to a teaspoon of nothing. One of my healthcare professionals is out on medical leave because she is getting a joint replacement. I don't even think she is 45! At this stage in my life, I was hoping to have a companion. I am happy to let you know that my most reliable companion at the moment is my glucosamine. I have been told to stretch, but I am afraid that I am going to stretch and then my whole body will break, and I will turn into skin-covered broken glass. Anywho, here is to being in my 40s!