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Originally Posted by deb0670
I remember how agile i used to be, how i was able to do bunches of things that now i am like. yeah no.
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This is what gets to me. I don't think about being old(er) all the time, but then some perfectly normal thing will come up, like changing a light bulb in the ceiling fixture, and I start to reconsider - "Maybe I should get someone else to do that? What if I lose my balance?"
(I'm offering a prize for the best answer: "Q: How many old(er) lesbians does it take to change a light bulb?" PM me your answers, and I'll pick one. I'm serious, I will send someone a (small) prize. And I'll post the winner and their answer here.)
I have dreams about running . . . running everywhere, down a city street, on a country road, around the aisles of a grocery store. I'll wake up and think, "Wow, that felt good. I should do that." And then I'll remember that I can't even walk somewhere without a cane, and sitting down to take breaks after short distances, and just getting out of bed is going to hurt like the dickens in several different places.