I hit the big 50 late next month. Time sure flies when you are having fun. I keep telling my 30 year old that he's old, but then he asks me if that makes me ancient. Twitt! I'm blonde, very light blonde, so I'll go white and its hard to see those white hairs, but my 30 year old has some grey in his brown. I think that's hysterical! Poor boy always getting picked on by momma! Then he reminds me I walk with a cane like an old lady. Snot.
I raised him by myself so he has my sense of humor.
Lol! I look young yet, but I swear I'm really an 80 year old woman. Many people have told me that I'm older than they are, even if I was born decades after them. I don't look forward to my "golden years", lol. I've had joint issues since I was 5, and they keep getting worse, so I can only imagine myself as a cripple long before my golden years. My sister BROKE her ankle and had surgery about a year ago and she was fully healed with no problems after about two months. Me? I twist an ankle and it acts up for months. The sprained ankle took 9 months and physical therapy and didn't get better until I went to a massage therapist. Then when we were moving, I lightly twisted the other one (the bad one) and it's still funked up. I can't afford the $80 to have the massage therapist work her magic on it or I'd be there in a heartbeat. And, my sister is now 30. How she heals better from a worse problem is beyond me.
I don't want to try to raise little chicks if I do get them to hatch, through these scorching summers. I like them to be started well before the heat overwhelms us all. 
I get so frustrated with everything. I hate not being able to do what I want to do. Even when it's just my lack of strength and not limitations from the bipolar or joint issues. Limitations due to brain or body malfunctions are just frustrating as sin. The lack of diagnostics sucks too. I have medical paperwork from since I was 5 on my joints. X-rays and everything, and they can't figure out what it is. All I know is that my dad has the same thing, and they haven't figured out what's wrong with him either. At first, it was listed as growing pains, then attention seeking behavior (along with me clearing my throat all the time as a kid, which I found out to be dehydration, my throat was sticky), then finally they claimed it was because I was overweight. That doc I wanted to smack. I was 135 and 5'5 at the time, and three months prior to that, I was under 100lbs. The depo shot made me gain all that weight, so to have a doc tell me that I was fat and the cause of all of my joint problems (despite having been very UNDERWEIGHT for all of the years prior to that) was just frustrating. I do know that physical therapy to strengthen the muscles doesn't help, it makes it worse. They had my dad do that, because they claimed it was a weakness of the muscles that was causing all of the pain. My latest theory was actually a gut issue. I came across something talking about severe joint pains from Glucoamylase deficiency... I read up on it and it somewhat made sense... I had previously thought it was dehydration that was causing all of the joint pains after a night of drinking. That's my hangover... Severe joint pains to the point that I can hardly walk. I thought maybe it was the beer not digesting properly, but I think I'm off that theory now, because I can eat pasta and stuff like that without having the joint pains.
