Oh, the pain of it all…

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Ouch.  The orthopedist Monday poked and prodded.  He questioned and lectured.  He shook his head a lot.

I have a lot of aches and pains.

My left shoulder’s movement is limited.  My hands too often cramp and look like both are deformed.  I can’t pick up or hold things when they are like that.

My legs and ankles need at least 300 mg of pain-killer Tramadol a day to allow walking and normal routines.  Working on our riding lawn mower Sunday left me moving slowly the next day.

Arthritis rules my body and the orthopedist recommends adding an over-the-counter pain medication like Aleve to the daily medication regimen.  He also added a list of exercises for my left arm and shoulder to my daily workouts.

If the shoulder doesn’t improve in 60 days, he shook his head and muttered something about “shoulder replacement surgery. ”

Double ouch.

Getting old ain’t fun.  I’ve broken a lot of bones and suffered more than a few mishaps over an active and rambunctious life. Recent injuries like a 2012 motorcycle crash and breaking my left leg last year adds to the pain of living.

Yet, at 68, I’m still living and functioning (sort of).  I will spend most of Tuesday covering the first of two monthly meetings of the Floyd County Board of Supervisors.  I will photograph the Floyd County Buffaloes varsity football Friday night, the county fair on Saturday along with the “Ignite” concert Saturday night along with other assignments and activities in a normal full week.

Ironically, Republican Presidential candidate Donald Trump says his opponent, Democrat Hillary Clinton, is too old.  She’s two older than me.  He’s 70 — two years older.

Age, baseball player Satchel Paige said, is a state of mind.  “If I don’t mind, it don’t matter.”

President Barack Obama is 13 years younger than me.  At the time, I told Amy that I doubted anyone older than me would be President again.  Depending on who wins in November could prove me right or wrong.

Time will tell — and sometimes time includes pain.

One Response to Oh, the pain of it all…

  1. Doug I thought I was tough and hard.
    I’ve had rounds whizzing by me at the 1992 LA Riots.
    One random bullet even took out my BetaCam’s tape transport, which is lucky because it didn’t take me out instead.
    I’ve fallen down numerous ravines trying to shoot car crashes on the freeways and let my body take the hit instead of the expensive camera. My hips, knees and ankles talk to me. On some days the conversation is pretty loud and difficult to ignore, but I took those hits as a young man. Consider them a loan against my future health.
    I’m just making the payments now.
    Like I said, I thought I was tough and hardcore, but I’ve never hit a damn COW at forty while age 60+ and lived to talk about it.
    You’re a lot tougher than I am, Doug Thompson!