One of the more interesting aspects of aging is the guessing game your body does to you. It’s very reminiscent of puberty. Sort of a “hell, what’s that!” “When did THAT show up?” “I wonder if I should worry about that pain?”
When I was a kid I had a few freckles here and there. Then as a young woman I had a few odd red-looking freckles, here and there. Then some of the freckles turned into moles. Then the red ones raised and got bigger.
Of course, no one notices this but me. Its not like I’m covered in them. Although sometimes I get the urge to see what pattern they might make if I “connected the dots”!
So when something twinges I have to stop. I can’t just shrug it off. Is it age? Is it something broken inside? Is my body changing or doing something new? Or is this a sign of cancer, diabetes, heart disease.
It’s on my mind. Because I’m turning 47.
On Monday!!!