For a good while now I just felt old. But not today. Today I feel fucking old.
Two weeks ago I had an MRI to see if I need knee surgery. Tomorrow I get to talk to Ortho about my impending knee surgery-- A lateral tear of the meniscus in the cleft with some degeneration of the joint. I’m sick of walking with a cane and wearing a knee brace.
Saturday I drove 360 some miles to get an MRI to see if I have prostate cancer. No results yet, but I have my suspicions based on my PSAs. The question is: Is it the slow cancer or the fast cancer?
Thursday I need to drive another 100 miles to talk to another doctor about what is now a very minor issue.
So yeah, I’m mother fucking old today…
***Oh, and yes I remember Bardot vividly from my youth. And a host of others you may or not remember. From Marilyn Monroe to Jane Russel to Maureen O’Hara.
Games are mostly just applied maths with pretty colors.