The older I get, the more stupid I feel.
Time to roll up my sleeves and figure out how to roll back my odometer. I knew growing older meant losing body functions and getting wrinkly, but I'm beginning to realize how the whole thing will go down for me.
My ears have already got a permanent buzzing hum in them. That gets louder every year, but only slightly. I can pretend I hear just fine if I turn on a good white noise generator like a computer fan, television tube, etc. Some day that will no longer work.
My eyes have spot in them which float in front of my field of view. These get worse in bright light, and recently became quite pronounced. My prescription continues to need adjusting. My eyes are still getting worse well into my 30's.
My right wrist has snapped bone material in it. The nerves in that arm have been severed in a couple of places by a variety of accidents. I figure I'll lose control of my right hand eventually.
My teeth are falling apart. I can feel a big cavity in my last molar on the left top row. I already had seven fillings this year. I need six more. Some day my teeth will be made of the same acrylic medium I use in art.
My digestion is getting worse too. Too much of my life is now spent in the restroom. I'll never learn to love vegetables, but some day I won't be able to eat nothing but deep fried potatoes and deep fried chickens. I have no idea how I'd survive if I were diagnosed with Diabetes. I'm getting fatter again, and I cannot seem to identify why.
I bicycle almost every day, I've cut caffeine out of my daily diet, and I'm getting more sleep, but I still feel sick much more that I used to. Maybe it's this city. Maybe it's being a father. I'm just glad I'm good at retreating into a fantasy world inside my mind. I may have to live out my golden years in that fantasy world if things keep up at this pace.
My ears have already got a permanent buzzing hum in them. That gets louder every year, but only slightly. I can pretend I hear just fine if I turn on a good white noise generator like a computer fan, television tube, etc. Some day that will no longer work.
My eyes have spot in them which float in front of my field of view. These get worse in bright light, and recently became quite pronounced. My prescription continues to need adjusting. My eyes are still getting worse well into my 30's.
My right wrist has snapped bone material in it. The nerves in that arm have been severed in a couple of places by a variety of accidents. I figure I'll lose control of my right hand eventually.
My teeth are falling apart. I can feel a big cavity in my last molar on the left top row. I already had seven fillings this year. I need six more. Some day my teeth will be made of the same acrylic medium I use in art.
My digestion is getting worse too. Too much of my life is now spent in the restroom. I'll never learn to love vegetables, but some day I won't be able to eat nothing but deep fried potatoes and deep fried chickens. I have no idea how I'd survive if I were diagnosed with Diabetes. I'm getting fatter again, and I cannot seem to identify why.
I bicycle almost every day, I've cut caffeine out of my daily diet, and I'm getting more sleep, but I still feel sick much more that I used to. Maybe it's this city. Maybe it's being a father. I'm just glad I'm good at retreating into a fantasy world inside my mind. I may have to live out my golden years in that fantasy world if things keep up at this pace.