Friday, December 10, 2021

Past My Prime

I’m getting to that point where I’m almost past my prime. I used to be able to eat dairy like a champ and now I have to eat ice cream like I have a bomb waiting to go off in my pants. Because, in a way, I do. 

In college, I could drink no problem. Now, I wake up hungover the morning after just eating chicken wings. And you don’t even use wine to cook those.


I have neck pain now. I told my doctor about it last year and he just goes, “Yeah that’ll happen”. That’s kind of his diagnosis for everything. He’s less of a “change the things I can” doctor and more of an “accept the things I can’t” kind of guy. 


I could be like:

“Doctor, I think I’m dying.”

He'd be like:

“Yeah, happens to everyone. Everyone dies, happens to 100% of people. It’s completely normal. In fact, it’d be stranger if you didn’t die. That’ll be a thousand dollars, drive safe.”



  1. I totally feel this. The past several months it was my knees and my feet. And my neck and back. I guess the warranty runs out at 40 and you're living on borrowed time after that.

  2. I'm with you on this. My 50s have been a tour of all the different ways my feet can let me down.