I’m sure that everyone knows the joke about turning (insert age here) and the waranty just runs out.  Well, I feel like that some times.   Now, I don’t mean that I was diagnosis with some horrible disease or that I lost a limb, internal organ, or even my hair.  No, I mean the little (and sometimes) not so little things.

There was something about when I turned 30 that just changed.  It was one of the first times that I started to feel “old”.  This didn’t come on right at my 30th birthday, but instead was more of a gradual realization.  It was probably the fact that I had an internist, a pulmnologist, a orthopedist, a cardiologist, and probably one or two more that I can’t remember.  In years before, I never went to the doctor, much less thought of going on a regular basis.  Why would I?  I felt fine.

Then came the fateful day, when it all started falling apart.  It first came in the form of high blood pressure.  “It’s the silent killer,” my doctor said to me.  Yes, yes it is, but I feel fine.  So, I took the medicine, because let’s face it, I trust good ole fashion western medicine.  I don’t need to take crazy supplements or any thing like that, a medicine is just fine with me.  (To those of you who do follow that method, more power to you…)

Then, it started up again with high cholestrol.  I mean sure, I eat mostly fried food and lard, but that surely can’t be the cause.  Can it?  Then, I realized my waist had gotten bigger, which can has to mean that my metabolism has slowed down.  (And sure has nothing to do with the menu listed above.)  It was after that, I started watching the drain pipe for signs of hair coming out.  As of yet, it hasn’t, but I still keep my eye on it.

That’s when the questions started:

  • Had I always creaked and popped that much when I was in my 20s?
  • Why am I tired when I get home from work?
  • Should a afternoon of fantasy football make me exhausted?
  • Why do I get tired and want to go to bed around midnight on Fridays and Saturdays?

Finally, there was not sleeping, which has to be the greatest of all.  (Translation:  It’s just terrible.)  You never are fully awake, and aren’t sure if you’re coming or going.  I pray that this one is passing, but it’s been close to a year now.  Surely I’m too young for that to stick.  Right?