I discover I am Vitamin D deficient-thought that only happened when we got older (ahem, guess I am older)
I am sleeping in a different bed then my Husband. We currently have our guest bedroom queen mattress on the floor next to our King bed and depending on how my back is doing determines which bed I am on. I look forward to my next physical therapy session. AND, no I have no idea what happened to the darn back. It just IS.
I get my first mammogram. I was giddy with excitement (sort of) afterwards. I actually asked the tech if there was a sticker I could proudly wear that said “I got a mammogram”. I figure if the Red Cross has stickers for blood donors and if we get stickers that say “I voted” when we vote, why shouldn’t I get a sticker for getting my breasteses squeezed. As a fabulous side note, said mammogram was abnormal and more tests are pending. Fun.
I know my Husband is grown up when I come home from work and he says “I have a rash” only to discover that he actually has shingles. Stay. Away. From. Me. I have enough other odd medical things going on in my body right now, an order of shingles is not on my agenda. Not sure where I’ll be putting the Husband but I called in Valtrex in three minutes flat and sent him out the door to go get it.
…and here I thought that you didn’t start “feeling” older until you turned 50. At least that has always been my overall “consensus” from patients. Is 35 the new 50? Ha!