Last week Dave had a very swollen knee. He said he hadn’t hurt it but it did feel strange. The next morning the swelling of the knee was gone.
Then Friday morning he discovered his ankle on the same leg was swollen and bruised and his shin was swollen and yellowish. I was worried he had the right wing disease of the VP and had a clot in his leg. Definitely it was time to go see our very young and attractive lady doctor. On the way to her office we talked about our thinning hair and how it was growing elsewhere on our faces. Dave is growing very long eyebrows that need hair cuts and I am turning into a man by the looks of the hair above and below my lips. We decided we must not be getting old anymore, we are old. The beautiful, youthful doctor checked out Dave’s leg and casually said he had probably tweaked his knee and that caused all the problems. She was sure it wasn’t a clot, later confirmed. I made the mistake of asking if he shouldn’t have felt it when he injured his knee bad enough to cause all of this. So matter-of-factly she said, “No … he’s old.” Guess it’s now official —
Frum Helen Back
/Hauser Thoughts.
Question (for Middle Agers): When did you begin to suspect that you were getting old?