42. The year I began to fall apart.
Seriously.
In September 2008 following my 42nd birthday I developed an ear infection that hung on until January 2009 before it was healed. It is now April and it is back.
My teeth have decided they no longer want to live in my mouth and I am in the process of extensive dental work which included a root canal and crown. Midway of the root canal the over zealous nature of a dental drill sent the particular root into the netherworld never to be seen again and I had to have oral surgery. Next is some dental procedure to replace the tooth. I do not plan to meet Jesus as a snaggle tooth even though my teeth seem to have other plans.
The skin on my face, particularly on my forehead, has decided it would prefer to be a flakey oil slick that requires twice daily buff puffing and moisturizing. I am investing heavily in Oil of Olay from here on out.
My chin has assumed it is of the male origin and has sprouted a beard. (I am ashamed and cringing to write that.) :(
While giving birth to Steven I was forced against my will to be catheterized. The hospital makes it manditory if you have an epidural, which I did not know previous) to exonerate them from an liability of a pregnant woman walking around and causing injury to herself. At the oddest times my bladder leaks and has done so since the procedure. It was NEVER an issue at any time prior to that moment in the hospital. Let me direct you to this documentary you need to see!
I have the oddest twinges at time. For instance, this current run is like an electrical zap along my hip if I move in a certain way. Believe me I am trying not to move in that way. I will be a pathetic mean old lady if this keeps up.
I have had 8 varying viruses this year. Each one following a virus invading a different member of my household. They get one or two and I get them all as I am the one designated to care for the sick.
I also got new glasses a couple months ago. 'Progressive' lenses. Meaning I am wearing bifocals but you can't tell that I am. I hate to admit it but I sure can see to sew a fine stitch now.
I could list more but I am scaring myself.
I have 3 months left until I am 43.
Someone please me it will get better.
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Oh no, Angie! I hope it will get better! (For your sake, and not just because I am a month behind you!)
I started noticing that stuff in my late 30s. I got three root canals and three crowns before I turned 40. Some of it has gotten better but some of it I think I just got used to after a while. I will tell you, though, this perimenopause thing is going to kill me!
I chose not to write about the pre-menopausal symptoms. It was just too depressing.
It will. I have been through most of the ailments you describe (even the leakage) and they went away. I do not want to be a snaggletooth either, but Jesus may have to accept me that way. If my dentist says I need any more extensive/expensive work done, I will either go to the dental school at UNC or not - but nothing else.
The electrical zap in your hip is most likely sciatica or a pinched sciatic nerve, which a chiropracter could help - but also physical therapy to teach you how to relieve it yourself.
I tweeze regularly (cringing as I write). Small kids bring lots of viruses and until you develop an immunity to them, you will continue with those. It will get better as the children get older - they bring things home from school.
Angie, my life really began at age 42, so you can have hope!!
It will get better. It has to :) because I have a lot of those that you write about. Yes even the hairs on my chin. And I'm younger then you. So hang in there. Ok!
You are not alone! I feel your pain and have some of my own as well. Hang in there Angie!
That's just too funny! I love the bit about the chin... I have that too, thank God for tweezers. I have tears in my eyes from reading your blog, lol. Thanks for sharing!!
Oh honey...I don't go ANYWHERE without my tweezers.
I just turned 41 and I'm beginning to feel the same, it's just one thing after another. A friend who has safely made it into her 50s told me that during your 40s you get a lot of annoying niggles fixed and then it's plain sailing for ages afterwards. I cling to that advice (and my tweezers).
Awwww honey. You are still the one of the most beautiful and craftiest woman I know. Personally, I am against growing old gracefully so I just sneer at the ugly and pluck it, wipe it, moisturize it, squeeze it and spit in its face.
I am no longer laughing at the memories of my Grandma asking us to help her tweeze. I agree with Kimberly.
Cool Post, Thanks.
I have tweezers at home, in my purse, in my van AND in my desk at work.
I prefer not to call it a beard; I refer to it as my "Chia Chin". I have had it since I was in my late 20s.