I’ve always believed that age is a state of mind. Lately, though, I’ve felt about 75.
Since turning 40 last July, I’ve had:
* a colonoscopy;
* found out I’m just a step away from having a torn retina (a bit startling since the only other person I know who had a torn retina is the 80+ year old music director of our church);
* a mammogram which came back as ‘suspicious’;
* a second, let’s-really-squish-them-to-hell mammogram which, thankfully, came out fine;
* a hysterosonogram which is about as fun as being punched in the gut a few times.
And now, on Monday, I go in for a ‘procedure’ that involves some heavy sedation in the Day Surgery wing of our local hospital. Nothing too serious (well, at least I’m told that 99% of woman are ‘fine’ afterward), but, geesh, do you think 41 will be a bit easier to take?