These Old Bones

I'm breaking down and I'm only 26. :( I'm being as hyperbolic as ever, of course. But I am creaking a lot more than I ever have. I've had a bad left wrist ever since... uhhh, I wanna say fourth grade? Maybe third. I fractured it in school being an ass. I was sitting atop some railing some six feet off the ground and lost my balance and fell backward onto some very inviting asphalt. It didn't feel so bad at first, so I had no idea I'd done any serious damage. An X-ray test later I learned I had to make friends with a cast for the next few months. Ever since that time I've been able to make some wicked sounds with the flick of my wrist. I guess the cast didn't take very well. It doesn't hurt, it's just noisy. It sometimes makes doing push-ups a bit... interesting.

Characteristic of an old man like myself, I also have problems with my hips. :P Well, hip. My left one. I don't know where that comes from, it's always just been. As old as time itself. ;) Well maybe not so much. I don't remember having the hip thing as a wee lad. Come to think of it, it may have surfaced as late as high school. I'm quite the contortionist, so I find I'm most comfortable resting in really odd positions. I'm very limber and like to see how far I can stretch... and one day, I just noticed I could crack my left hip. You have to imagine doing the splits. Extending my leg out gets me to that place. Pop. Again, it doesn't hurt, it's just noisy. It happens a lot. Many times a day. *sigh*

I also have the knee thing. Which only just hit me at 25. Meandering about for a quarter of a century is bound to lead to some wear and tear I guess. I like to walk. Love to take walks, long walks. And on one of these walks I noticed that my knee sorta popped, and quite painfully. Not in the ACL territory of popping, but a little crack. Ever since I've been able to get the job done with a little stretch of the leg. Doing it intentionally never hurts, but when it pops up on my walks it most certainly does. :(

In Junior High I threw my back out while playing basketball. Once in a blue moon will that old ghost visit me and boy is it not pleasant. That's the one injury I've endured that's hurt like a bitch. Luckily there's nothing wrong with my back... in that it doesn't crack or creak on a regular basis, but it's there... looming in the background. I worry about it sometimes. I could do without enduring that pain again. I call it the Back Migraine.

I imagine I'm just settling, like an old house. Luckily most of these things aren't painful. I'm gonna freak when that happens though. I can't imagine getting out of a chair and moaning. Tying moaning to anything other than pleasure, in my mind, is such a trip. But I guess it's gotta happen at some point. These are the whispers.

DS333, creaking.