Today, I suddenly felt old. I got Bladder Cancer in my late 40s and it wasn't until I was in my mid 60s that they signed me off. 17 Year it was and it flashed by when looking back on it. So much happened and here I am, divorced now with a new partner, new house and it just hit me that I no longer have the energy and stamina I once had. I look old. A look in the mirror sort of provides a shocking image back to me. My hands have started to shake, not all the time, but occasionally and this cold I caught is still here, over a week later.
I now really think things through before I do them. I've been active this week in between coughs but I need to take more breaks, be more aware of health and safety. Going up and down ladders, picking up heavy objects that sort of thing.
Then you have friends dying, celebrities dying younger than you and you're more aware of your own mortality.
Strangely enough, I don't feel any older I just notice it more that's all. I recollect my father's words to me "Don't get old, son"
But here we are, nothing I can do about it except accept it and just get on doing my thing.
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