It's heck getting old.

Body parts, as I've whined frequently, that I've never really contemplated are starting to let me down. I know my body is full of glands and organs and other purple, squishy bits. I always assumed if I didn't pick on them, they'd keep chugging along.

I mean, my kidneys and I have had a truce for years, ever since I came to terms with the concept of drinking water. My tonsils and I have lived in peace since the Summer of '73 when they agreed to stop swelling up repeatedly and I agreed to cancel the call for the man with the knife.

I know I posses a pancreas, when I take the time to think about it which is almost never, but I never really thought it would be necessary to make any formal acknowledgement of the fact. I still haven't, but I foresee a day when I'll need to know why it is.

Then the leg started bothering me from time to time. Nothing extreme, just reminders that you can't spend six weeks in traction without feeling the consequences later in life. The occasional swelling from the ankle. The occasional feeling of weakness in the knee. Nothing major. Just twinges over the past decade or so. Perhaps a bit more frequent in the last couple of years but certainly nothing to pay much attention to.

And now...the back. I did something to my back last Friday. I woke up and pursuant to my usual method of arising in the morning, I threw my legs up and over toward the floor and let them drag my body after them.

Pang!

I feel betrayed. I've always treated my back...okay, very badly. But it never seemed to mind before. Nowadays, it's all attitude and demands.

Tuesday and Wednesday it didn't really hurt at all except during my daily commute. I attribute that to the extreme cold and the icy road conditions. I was very tensed up.

Today it hurts.

I'm not sure I really had anything else to add to this topic. Mostly I just like posting to my blog and looking at the pretty design.