On My Way To The Doc Today

It seems that my bad cholesterol is elevated and she wants to talk to me about medication options. As I am driving to the clinic I think what the hell happened to the poor old bod?

Post-chemo and post 50 AND post-menopause has not been good on my body! Nothing seems to stay in place these days.

I always had the good ole saddle bags but now I have the god awful underarm flags. These are worse even than the saddle bags. You can hide those with jeans...but these flags are there hanging out for all to see.

And now despite eating fruits and vegetables daily and eating right in general as well as getting 30 minutes of exercise at least 5 times a week...I have to go on meds to lower my cholesterol.

Those brown spots on the skin...well there are getting to be so many of them that I could pass them off as freckles.

And allergies...for goodness sake aren't you supposed to grow out of allergies. Oh no not me...I grew into them. Never had them as a kid but as a falling apart adult they are here full force. And not just in the spring but all year long.

And the memory and confusion..well that goes without saying? Who are you again?????

As long as I am griping I may as well gripe about the worst of the worst. One would think that when you have reconstructive surgery and get new boobs, that they would be perfect! Uh huh.....these babies of mine are not at all symmetrical, they wrinkle (saline implants tend to do this I guess) and the one that is sitting under my arm has flipped itself around entirely so that the patch on the backside of the implant is now on the front of the implant and is visible through my skin. It looks like a 50 cent piece was left under my skin!

Oh and lets not forget about the hips. My hips ache constantly especially at night...wakes me up in fact (between that and the having to pee thing).

I know there is more but with the memory (or lack of) I just don't seem to be able to think of them at the moment.

So...what was that I said a post or so back...something about embracing the changes in your life....

It really isn't all that bad, just feels good to bitch once and a while! I actually enjoy my life but a few years back, when David rolled over and said, "I feel just like my mother and I hate it" meaning that he had aches and pains all over and was feeling his years....I thought to myself...HA I am glad it's you and not me.....that one bit me in the butt didn't it?

Despite it all I am happy to wake up in the morning and happy that I am here to be able to bitch about getting older. The alternative is certainly not desirable.

PS, this really is intended to be light hearted so I am hoping that a few of you did laugh about my malady's (is that a word Jan)?