There is nothing that really prepares you for the realities of adulthood–things like monthly bills and mortgages, downsizing and job hunting, budgeting for groceries and hearing the doctor tell you that you have to start eating healthier, relocating and actually having to share your life, your property, your bed and small living quarters with a person you swore to love honor and cherish in both good times and bad. And there is certainly nothing that prepares you for the day you have to come face to face with the fact that you are not as young and invincible as you fancy yourself to be.

I’m getting old. There’s really no denying it anymore. I’m not going to be one of those people who celebrates their 29th birthday every year and lies about their age. Really, what’s the point? You can deny the cold, hard truth all you want, but unless someone actually finds the legendary Fountain of Youth or comes up with some sort of elixir like in the movie Death Becomes Her, we are all just being pushed slowly through the same inevitable aging process.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m only 30, so unless something drastic happens, I should be sticking around for quite a long time still. Even so, I’m not quite as footloose and fancy free as I used to be. And I guess there have been signs that I’m not quite as young and spry as I used to be.

Case in point–today I ended up with a rather painful injury at the YMCA gym. I wish I had some crazy or exciting story to share about it. Something like, I was using one of the weight machines when suddenly the band snapped, pinning me beneath the machine while all the onlookers stood helplessly. Then, just before it managed to crush me to death, I mustered one last burst of superhuman strength, heaved it off of my chest and managed to tear a muscle in the process.

But, no such luck. There was no death-defying accident, and I didn’t save others from being maimed by throwing myself in front of them, taking the painful blow myself and sparing their lives. Nope, not even close.

Here’s what did happen…

I spent 30 minutes going at a good clip on the elliptical machine, and then spent another 30 minutes making rounds at the weight machines, working my abs, my legs, my arms and my back. I was just finishing up my final rep on the ab machine when I saw Steven in the mirror, heading my way. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly 7:00, so I figured he had already finished up.

I went to turn my head to talk to him and CRACK! I heard something in my neck snap and a bolt of pain erupted in the right side of my neck and ran down my arm.

Now, I like to think that I have a pretty high tolerance for pain. I mean, in high school, I had mono so bad that my throat swelled almost completely shut before I complained about having a sore throat (resulting in a 3-day stay in the hospital). And then when I had Cadence, I was in labor for almost three days and had nurses coming in the room just so they could watch the contractions spiking off the screen while I lay in the bed explaining to them that on a scale of one to ten, I wouldn’t even classify the pain as a two.

But this, this was painful. We managed to go pick Cadence up from the Child Watch room and headed home to make dinner. By the time we got to the house, I could barely walk it hurt so badly. I popped a couple of Tylenol and relaxed on the couch for a bit while Steven finished dinner. After a hot shower and sitting with the heating pad on my neck, I’m finally starting to feel a little relief.

Hopefully tomorrow I will be right as rain, because the last thing I need is to have to go see the doctor and try to explain to him or her that I managed to hurt myself so badly just turning my head. I mean seriously, who does that? Old people, that’s who!

Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to everyone out there who is starting to feel the sting of getting old. Believe me, I feel your pain.

About the Author Lori Romano

I am a writer, photographer, wife, mother, dog owner, half-assed housekeeper and a self-proclaimed coffee and chocolate addict. One day, I will write a book.

6 comments

  1. Oooooh Lori. You are NOT old, but you are NOT alone! In all the things we do everyday, it’s always the slightest movements that get us. I sneezed a couple years back and threw my back out so bad I was in bed for three days. Ended up it was a blessing because said sneeze ended up in a severe cold/sinus infection and sleeping definitely helped! LOL! I really hope you are better tomorrow, even if just a little!

  2. Hey pretty lady, you’re not OLD!! I call old people “Old & Moldy”.. so… cut it out. I don’t wanna have to call you moldy!

    I love reading your blog, you crack me up. I’d go with the heroic superhuman story though for good measure, it sounds WAAYY more rad.

    1. Haha! Old & Moldy! Girl, you crack me up! Some days I certainly feel old and moldy, but a couple cups of strong coffee usually get me back on track. And yeah, I’m sticking with the superhuman story. I don’t want people to think I’m a total tool. πŸ™‚

  3. I know what you mean by feeling the sting of mortality, I am only 25 and a couple years ago I was diagnosed with an illness that will most likely be life long and restricts my diet to a hand full of foods. It sucks and is a huge reality check! I still think about my “old life” every single day and wish I was still that man, but I am not anymore. Eventually I will accept it, haha. Hope your neck feels better soon.

    1. So sorry to hear about your illness Jaret. Sting of mortality is right. Funny how those things put everything else into perspective. I’ll be sending some positive thoughts your way and praying that you find some relief too!

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