My body is older than my age. Like Indiana Jones said, it's not the years, it's the mileage. Unfortunately for me, I'm not getting any good mileage on my body and I don't have a cool hat like him. Some of the recent bad mileage is as follows:
Yesterday I heroically sprained my left ankle while doing the dangerous task of carrying our baby to the van. No, not through some pot-hole riddled parking lot but rather in our garage. There just so happens to be a one inch lip at the end of the garage (to keep water out I guess) and I stepped on that and pop went the ankle. Heroically? Well, I didn't drop the baby!
Three weeks ago I hurt my right knee. How you say? Playing football? Basketball? Jumping over a fence? Nope. I gracefully slipped on my living room floor and smashed my knee into the edging between the laminate floor and the carpet. Big ouch. My knee was very sore for a week but has been upgrade to mostly sore since. My knee-cap is still tender but I'm hoping it will be fine w/ more time. I hope there wasn't any permanent damage to the knee though it is still uncomfortable to kneel on that side.
I must add that it was a smooth move. I caught some serious air and Tara thought I was faking the fall because the thud of me landing was way too loud to be real. I had been playing with Big J and was keeping an unopened bag of Doritos away from him. When I fell, he happily let me lay there in my agony while triumphantly snatching the Dorito bag from me and claiming victory.
I'm not paranoid, but I think this house is out to get me.