I can't see shit up close anymore
Can't remember shit
my feet hurt ALL THE TIME
I am sore almost every morning when I wake up
I get up most nights to pee at least once
I now take a low dose BP medication
Hair is totally grey
Can't drink near as much without debilitating hangovers
All this started at about 47. It is full blown now that I have turned 50
Thank god I can still take care of business in the sack, but I'm sure that is not far from being a problem.
This is the reality. Every bit of this.
Vision: One day everything was fine. The next I couldn't read the writing on a prescription bottle. It was literally that quick and it hit about 48 or so. That led to reader/cheaters. That led to having a pair in my truck, a pair by the bed, two pair in the LR, a pair in the kitchen. That led last year to full-time glasses. Contacts won't help and neither will surgery.
Memory: Gaps. Will start a sentence and lose the word in the middle of it. Get up and go into a room and can't remember what I went in there for. Things get scattered. I KNOW what a flamingo is, but over the last few years (thanks to Scarface I think) I say pelican every time. Every time. Simple tasks like cleaning the house evade me. I decide to clean up the living room and pick up a glass, go to the kitchen to drop it in the sink, decide to wipe the counter but need more paper towels. Go to the closet to get paper towels and notice I'm running low on 409. Decide to go to Target. Go to get dressed, notice that my dirty clothes bin is full so I decide to put that in the washing machine. Forgot I had clothes already in the dryer so I get them out and take them to the living room to fold. See there's a mess on the coffee table and start to straighten that out. Take a bag of chips to the kitchen. Decide to wipe the counter off... I can work for two hours and nothing gets done.
Foot pain: Every morning. Hobble to the bathroom when I get up. Eventually eases up most days, but sometimes it doesn't. Things like Disney almost kill me.
Random pain: Something hurts every morning. Shoulder, head, elbow, knee, ankle... Never know what it's gonna be.
Pissing: Not getting up every night, but when I have to go, I have to go. Not a lot of leeway.
Meds: Don't take BP medicine, but I'm taking about six other things.
Hair: Not grey, but a lot of it fled. I hate that to the point I've considered having it put back in -- the true indicator of vanity.
Drinking: Don't have hangovers. Never have. But I only drink wine, rum and vodka for the most part. If I had hangovers I'd quit and never do it again.
Sack: No problems BUT as much as I hate to admit this it seems less important than it once did.