Don't make me laugh too hard....

And god-forbid, don't let me sneeze.  All you chicas 39 and over know what I mean. I shoulda' done those dang kegel exercises.

Turning 40 isn't so bad, its just that the warranty recently expired and everything is beginning to wear down, malfunction, jiggle, droop, drop and just plain break. And I'm not the only one. My husband Derek is 40 this year, too, and has developed plantar fasciitis. Bless his heart, all he wants me to rub lately is his feet. 

Sore feet also puts the kabosh on dancing and going to shows at The Handlebar.  The concrete floors in there are murder.  Is that why we were the oldest couple in there Friday night for the Chris Cab set?  He's pretty fly for a white reggae artist. (Is that what the young people still say, "fly for a white guy"?)

After our dive vacation to Curacao last year, (OMG, Curacao was awesome!! We saw a spotted eagle ray during that trip! )

 

I felt so freakin' tired. Like worn out, can't get out of bed and go to work tired. So, I went to the doctor and told him I was tired and there was something wrong with me. He poked and prodded, tested and xrayed, and lo and behold he said I wasn't getting enough oxygen. He didn't know why, but prescribed me some asthma meds and sent me on my way.  After a year of this and feeling like my chest was constricting all the time, I went back & got higher doses and a referral to a pulmonologist.  

So this specialist talked to me and poked and proddded, tested and xrayed, and lo and behold he said I don't have asthma.  Well, that's GREAT. I mean, I'm glad I don't have asthma, but what the heck is wrong with me? Did scuba-diving using a community regulator give me black lung or something? Did I screw up my lungs by not doing a full 5 minute safety stop?  Why am I taking all these asthma meds?  Hmmmm, maybe you have....sleep apnea???  I'm going for a sleep study next week. That's why it's called practicing medicine.  Practice makes perfect, right??  If at first you don't succeed, try, try again?

So I'm undergoing more testing and junk like that, but I can guaran-damn-ty you that no 20 year old is writing about health issues in her blog.  That's what getting old does to you.  My grandma used to say, "It's HELL getting old."- (Kathryn Cone Way).  Grandma wasn't joking.  Heaven help us if I start writing about bathroom habits. Ya'll just commit me to the nursing home. Do come and visit once in a while. Bring Depends.