Time

 I look at myself in the mirror like most people do I guess. What I see is a man perpetually stuck at the age of 35. That's what I see anyways. I don't see myself aging at all. But my body tells me otherwise. My body is always reminding me of my age with new aches and pains all over. I've blogged about my hand surgeries and my hip surgery so I won't delve into that much other than saying that those are aches and pains that I am supposed to live with the rest of my life. They do not go away.

Recently I have been having some new pains. So as these new pains show up I try to address them to find out if it's just another new pain I have to live with or can something be done about them. 

The first one being my right hip. "Oh great!" I thought, as stabbing pains would practically knock me to the ground. So off to Orthopedics I went. They took some x-rays and the Doctor tells me that I do not need surgery on that hip, yet. He said that what I have is arthritis  forming which is probably causing the pain. Whew! Nothing serious at this point. 

The second new pain that I have been dealing with is in my right heel. This is where it starts to get funny. It's bad enough that my body is telling me that I am aging (not gracefully either), but now my mind is getting in on the act.

I had an appointment with a Podiatrist for 1 in the afternoon the other day. So as often as I do when I have to drive into town, I like to make a few stops and get things done. For instance, recyclables. We recycle here so I wanted to stop and do that. The bank. I need to make a deposit so I did that. Lunch. I stopped for lunch. The gas station. I still had some time to kill so I went to a couple of thrift stores to look around. Finally it was time to go to the clinic for my appointment.

I got checked in and went to the waiting area. They finally call my name and the nurse brings me into the exam room. She asked me to take off my shoes and socks and then wait  for the Doctor to come in. The Doctor enters and says to me "Are your Hoka shoes more comfortable on your sore heel than the New Balance shoes?" To which I said "Huh?"

"Your shoes, you are wearing two different types of shoes." she said.

So I looked at my shoes and I think I turned a bright shade of red. OMG! I'm thinking to myself as I fight to stop laughing. I was so embarrassed. I kept thinking about all of the places I went and the things I did, not having a clue that I had two different types of shoes on. 

After the appointment I sent a picture to Lisa and I said "Why do you even let me leave the house unsupervised?" 

Can you spot a difference?

She laughed and I laughed, and the person in the car next to me rolled up their window and drove away, fast.

So my mind is telling me how I am aging also now. If that was the only incident this week I could have swallowed my pride and moved on, but it wasn't.

We have a Pizza Pizaz pizza cooker. I was having lunch and I put my pizza on it and waited. And waited. Of course Lisa would have to be in the same room as I am doing this. Sheesh that pizza is taking for ever to cook. So I get up and wouldn't you know it. I didn't turn it on. Am I going senile or what. Of course Lisa got a big kick out of that. In my defense though, if you plug those in they start rotating immediately. I just assumed it was on when I heard it working. What cooks the pizza is having to turn the timer on. Duh!

There are so many things I have to do now before I leave the house. Are my underpants on backwards? Shirt and pants? Socks and now shoes. Are they the same and on the right foot?

What happened with the Podiatrist? Well I have Achilles Tendinitis and a heel spur. I have to wear a special boot for 3-4 weeks. 

That's it for my embarrassment this week.