I hurt my back the other day.
I was stretching because it’s been cold and the opportunities for any good exercise have been slim.
I hurt my back. Stretching.
I used to do things, you know? I’m not yet at the age where I’m ready to admit that I don’t do things any more, but I’m right there at the age when I can hurt myself not quite doing things.
You know how they call them ‘the terrible twos’? There’s probably a name for the Fifties, too. It’s probably rude.
In your forties, your eyes and your teeth start to go.
In your fifties, your muscles and stamina deteriorate.
In your sixties, your joints run out of juice.
In your seventies, your . . . what were we talking about?
Yes, 50’s are the gateway to bondo, spackle and duct tape.
The hummingbird one is what you have to do to survive.
Scooping out the studio is nothing. Doesn’t look like much more damage than after a good party, probably less! Bet Dusty’s contract is vague in several points and that’s what’s frosting her the most (having to be custodial crew after all that)
Greg, do NOT tell people how you really hurt your back. No one cares about the truth. They care about funny and/or awesome. You hurt your back landing hard on a 1040. You hurt your back smuggling Albanians into Canada. You hurt your back trying to answer all at once 31 questions from 25 children at a hospital in an art class. You hurt your back trying to point at insanely fast little birds. NOBODY hurts their back stretching. And lives to tell about it, anyway.
Honestly, Greg, I am 38 but most doctors that see my scanners or x-rays think I am in a wheelchair or in my 70s. so I guess I can relate.
and Missy, you should be THANKING Hubris since your hummingbird show was a COMPLETE miss.
She’s really in the wrong business if Hubris’ good nature gives her hives.
And hey, try being in your early Forties and “not be doing things”. You at least got to Five-Oh before you had bits seize up like the tin man after a monsoon. I’m forty-four this year and I have a specialized part of me for forecasting every form of weather front. And it’s been this way for more than a decade.
So yeah, wanna trade? I’ll go white water rafting while you get to be the one to sit in a glider yelling at kids to get off your lawn. XD
I’m working at being more curmudgeonly than that. I’m yelling at kids to get off their own lawns.
I was in my early 40s when I got tagged by an Oldsmobile in a crosswalk. Xrays didn show any damage. The MRI several years later did though. 62 and on my second year with titanium.
James – Join Mr. Cranky and me on Team CaneAndAble! (This team has not yet been authorized by Greg, but age has its privileges. Besides, we are armed and dangerous – mostly to ourselves.)
Herniated a disc while jogging on a treadmill. Beat that!
Greg … I rolled over in bed the other day, and pulled a hammy. No word of a lie.
I reached over to grab some toilet paper and as I was reaching backwards, my shoulder subluxed. (almost dislocated).
Pain during stretching? That’s par for the course for me.
Wait till ya get hurt pooping. That’s not nice to explain.
I used to jump out of perfectly good Helicopters, with live ammo in my hands. I crawl under buildings for a living right now. I once got a promotion because a supervisor saw me running, full tilt, in Cowboy Boots and a jacket… When he asked me why, I said it was harder that way…
Now? A bug has put me down for a WEEK.
Fecking old..