Depressed.

I turned 43 this week. But that's not why I'm depressed. I actually feel pretty good about turning 43, because I know for a fact that I'm healthier today than I was at 33, even if the skin is a little less taute, and a bit less evenly colored, and things just aren't where they used to be...and even though saying "43" to a group of high school kids makes them gasp and the room go quiet.

Ha! I bet you didn't know people lived that long, did you?

A rolling of eyes. "Well, of course I did. My grandmother's older than that!"

Glad to hear it.

Nope, I'm depressed because I had a 3-1/2 hour ride planned today and woke up with what I can only describe as acute gut pain and it's only lessened somewhat in the last half hour or so. I don't have any other symptoms, but if it doesn't go away soon don't worry: I will head to the DR or ER or "doc in a box" as my sister calls it, but meanwhile, it precludes a ride on one of the first nice days of the year with people I absolutely adore.

Crap!! I hate when things like this happen, don't you?

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