Old Dude.
September 24, 2007
We celebrated Daren’s 39th birthday on the weekend by having family and close family friends over for a rip roaring get-together that involved kids, beers, too much food, laughter, and so. much. fun.
While Daren and I shopped for the party on Friday, he lingered just a little too long in the vitamin section and when I saw what he put in our cart, I got really sad.
Glucosamine with Chondriotin.
For Joint Pain.
For Old Dudes.
I quizzed him, with a worried look on my face. “How long have you had this pain? Where does it hurt? Did you want me to make an appointment with the doctor?”
“A while,” then he pointed to his elbows and knees, and said, “What would a doctor do for me anyway?”
I pondered his answers and he must have caught me chewing my lip because he wrapped his arm around me and whispered in my ear, “I’m old, but my body still works, baby.”
I looked up at him, smiled sweetly and said, “I know honey, just let me know when we gotta start putting your teeth in a cup and your ass in diapers. Then I’ll trade you in.”
We laughed together, me joking it off, but I continue to feel kinda sad about the whole thing. I met Daren when he was 27 and I was only 21. I know we agreed to grow old together and there’s something really endearing about knowing we’ll still hold hands and French kiss when we’re 140 years old, but I got to thinking about the pain of getting older.
My Granny always said she wants Papa to go first, to spare him the pain of losing her. They’ve both given each other their fair share of health scares in recent years and they manage to take care of each other through everything. It’s beautiful, poetic, romantic.
Daren and I have that in us. I know when one of us is down, the other will carry the load, that we will take care of each other in sickness and in health, till death do us part, forever and ever.
It’s just that the (supersized) bottle of glucosamine (with the bonus 20% more) made me realize that time is slipping away from us so quickly and he still has 26 years before we get a Senior’s Discount on that shit.
September 24th, 2007 at 6:54 am
If it makes you feel any better…I have elbow and knee pain, and I’m only 18…
Ok bad example. However, Daren does a lot of work where he uses those parts of his body. Uh…you can at least be thankful he isn’t a male prostitute. Or other parts would hurt?
I hope that cheered you up a bit. If not…um…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGjcHBNzkhk
September 24th, 2007 at 7:54 am
At least both of you are getting old but still together. My first time here and with this post alone, I can say that you are in a loving relationship. Very nice post.
September 24th, 2007 at 8:07 am
The sad secret - getting older means being in pain a lot of the time. You wonder why old people are cranky? They HURT.
I had a young woman (in her late 20s) at the swimming pool tell me earnestly “Aging is really all a matter of attitude.” I told her to call me when she was 40 and we would talk.
September 24th, 2007 at 11:21 am
34, my knees go out often and back is in constant agony. were not old, were older… and the vitamins help!
September 24th, 2007 at 5:27 pm
My husband is fourteen years older than me so I can relate!
September 24th, 2007 at 7:02 pm
Aw, you two are sweet. Truly, it is right around there (for me 40…which was two years ago) when things really start changing. Your metabolism, your elasticity (or lack thereof) your stamina…your tits…everything kinda lowers a bit. BUT. It’s just a sign for us to eat well, exercise, get sleep and laugh much because we are entering the very BEST time of life. Get comfortable in your skin, take care of one another and enjoy!
You wrote this so sweetly and humorously. I loved it.
Check out my yesterday’s blog when you get a chance. Talk about a dose of mortality. And inspiration…wow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAREN! Glad the celebration was wonderful in every way.
September 24th, 2007 at 11:14 pm
Sucks, doesn’t it? 31 should not be old, but I’m developing arthritis in my hands, and it makes me feel like I’m 60.
But they say exercise keeps you young - so at least you’re doing the right thing! Now I just need to haul my ass to the gym.
September 25th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
I know how you feel…although I’m still in my 20’s my husband is in his mid-thirties and everyday makes me realize that time just is going so fast. I will tell you though what my hubby found that’s helped his joint pain. Xango. I think it originated in Canada so I’m sure you’ve heard of it. It’s really made a difference. He doesn’t pop and crack as much now!
September 26th, 2007 at 1:21 am
I totally hear you Karen. I’m there with Les.
LIFE IS TOO SHORT!!! Make the best of everyday while you can.
Daren will be fine. His elbow and knee joints are probably a sign that he needs a new sex position????????
LOL…
September 26th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
I married a younger man (by two weeks), so I hope we’ll grow older together and understand each other’s crabbiness. Maybe we’ll hang out in the vitamin aisle together, now that we’re in our (gulp) late forties.