I had a bad birthday, 55. I've been really depressed about it. I was told I am old by two different doctors in two days. First (Thursday) was the orthopedic dr as he was setting me up with a splint, meds, and physical therapy for my right arm. Friday it was the dermatologist while I was asking questions during my first body check ever. I marched out of there having an angry conversation in my head. I muttered all the way to my truck. Once inside I LET IT OUT. One birthday and suddenly I'm old, what the f*^ck. I was struggling with getting the key in to the ignition the whole time. I was having such a lovely rant. I AM NOT OLD! I look down at the ignition and realize I am trying to jam the seat belt buckle into the ignition......awe damn I am old.
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