I scrubbed the kitchen floor this morning. Getting up and down gets harder every time I do it. The joints creak and crack like they need oil.
When I got done I was sitting on the floor watching it dry and thinking.....when you're young and you have an ache or a pain you know it's going to get better. But, when the golden years arrive, you realize that no matter how bad it hurts and how lousy you feel..you're never , ever, going to feel any better. If I didn't have a full bottle of antidepressants close at hand I probably could feel really miserable thinking about it.
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