Well, kids, it took just 10 days of being 50 before the old age shit started to hit the fan. My large toe joint screamed out in extreme pain, my doctor and I thought it was gout, and I was asking for elective amputation. Yesterday's x-ray and consultation with a rheumatologist revealed two tiny bone spurs on an otherwise healthy joint, so I have decided that the long term solution is best -- buzz those babies off! I'm hoping recovery from this type of surgery will be relatively quick, so I can get back to being 50 again. :)
Meanwhile, I'm finding that the 20somethings annoy me more than ever, what with their yelling at each other (normal conversation to them) and the noise they create in my building. But should I be upset with them or my own generation? After all, we raised these brats to be the inconsiderate, self-centered young "adults" they are today.
Thanks. I feel a bit better now.
