About Aging

It's official. I can now identify with what a hunk of cheese must feel like....as in aging. And it's ironic this epiphany should occur the week of my birthday...(sigh.) As many of you know, I hurt my left shoulder last February and due to many events inbetween, it hasn't had much of a chance to heal due to the fact I need that side of my torso to operate since I'm left handed and right brained...quite probably wrong brained lately.

So last week when it became fact I couldn't swing a golf club, a call was immediately placed to the doctor, something I should have done at least a month ago. Blame it on the wrong brain.

I went today in hopes of a magic pill. But after X-rays and instead of a pill, the doc brought out a big old needle full of cortisone. That's what they recommend for aged people, as I recall. When I asked about the diagnosis, he said it was tendonitis, bursitis or rotator cuff difficulties....I could choose. I decided to go with tendonitis. It sounds the youngest and the coolest. Don't hot shot tennis players suffer from tendonitis? In fact, I think the little hottie Russian player with the long blond braid had it once...very cool. I'm feeling younger by the minute! Bring on the shoulder brace and a fake blond pony tail. I have TENDONITIS. Yahoo!!

Am so looking forward to the first painless drive down the fairway....10 days and counting. And I think a birthday present to myself will be one of the fancy drivers with a head as big as a watermelon that promises 20 or 30 more yards per drive, but hold the seeds and salt since I'm not sure how to repair a divot from a watermelon seed.

Happy Spring, everyone.