So there I was lying in bed, watching the clock tick towards the alarm time. Now normally, I spring out of the bed, sprightly and with a tinge of excitement, (who`s he kidding?) but today?……….Sitting up was the first issue, although the ribs are not broken, they are still bruised, according to Doc Holliday. (wasnt he a dentist?) Anyway, finally sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath, tried to put my socks on! No way! Took ten minutes just to do that!
God help me! Old age does not come on its own! Anyway, I`m sitting here in the sun lounge drinking coffee, chewing pain killers and typing this drivel. Probably be ok in a few days. Doc Holliday said I should give up on this horsey thing, said I was getting too old, said I was also being silly at my age! ….He said a lot of things! Most made sense, some went in one ear and out the other, and some I just plain ignored!
He was only saying what Doc`s all over the world say to old farts like me, “Stop being a teenager, grow up!”………….I smiled, and uttered something like, ”Up yours!”…..Well not quite that! Ha!
On another note, my OH has increased the life insurance!