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Youth Is Wasted On The Yutes

I’m sitting here this morning (actually, a couple of days ago), doing my morning routine:  shower, dress, morning rituals, medications, the all-important diet soda, the GiA blog, reading other blogs, news and emails…

Waiting for the stopping point.  When my muscle pain and diabetic neuropathy kick in!  Sometimes in an hour, sometimes more.

Pain in my extremities, feet, legs and even hindquarters.  From SITTING for chrissake!

AND, I already took medications!

And I remember being young.  Well, younger…

Lifting weights, walking long distances, jogging, karate – even with a fused hip!  And the hot shower accompanied by perhaps a couple aspirin did the trick.

Well it did in my 30’s.

But alas, no more.

And I remember older people from my youth, whining and complaining about this pain or that ailment, and me having no understanding.

And even thinking it was funny.

Karma IS a heartless bitch!

And then I think of Bob, a recent 1/2 leg amputee currently braving throat cancer, and my attitude improves…

Gratitude, my friends, is the key!

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About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.

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10 thoughts on “Youth Is Wasted On The Yutes

  1. Gratitude is the key. Well said, my friend.

    Posted by Rev. Paul | August 10, 2015, 1:42 pm
  2. Yep, gratitude that we’re still here…

    Posted by Old NFO | August 10, 2015, 6:01 pm
  3. I remarked once on a forum that people who are over 55 should be given the choice of a pain pill in the morning just to get out of bed and not limp, groan or moan.

    Then a slightly older gent than me said he needs a pain pill to GO to bed.
    Getting old isn’t for wussies. 😉

    Posted by KM | August 10, 2015, 11:18 pm
  4. And it happens so fast.
    Yesterday I could whip any man in the bar.
    Now I can’t even get to the bar.

    Posted by bobb | August 11, 2015, 7:14 am
    • There was a time I could drink most under the table. Now I prefer a booth – more cushy and
      comfortable. And I don’t imbibe nearly as often, or as much.
      Weight issues, diabetes, arthritis.
      Now, I’d be easy pickin’s in a bar fight.
      I prefer sitting in the booth.
      Discretely armed.

      Yes, bobb – tempus fugit!

      Posted by guffaw1952 | August 11, 2015, 8:37 am
  5. Very well said.

    Posted by Wilson | August 13, 2015, 9:15 am

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