Saturday, March 15, 2008


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?



  1. Feel better fast!

    (And happy belated.)

  2. bummer. (good luck)

    Happy late birthday!

  3. Feel better soon. Also Happy Birthday

  4. Ugh, feel better soon. I woke up all charged to get in a great workout and was met with tornadoes. Fabulous. Ah, well, try again tomorrow.

  5. I hope you feel better very soon. Happy belated! 43 is fabulous!

  6. ha! you are the same age as me for a week. Old lady.


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