I was going to reply....but now I've forgotten what the thread is about...

You guys cover it very well, pains, CPAP, arthritis, just turning and hurting your back(did that this morning in the shower) colonoscopies, having young ladies call you sir and tell you that you remind them of their father's :eek:and not being as flexible as I use to be


One of the things that bothers me most is can't jump at the BMX track like i use too.http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1544120757.jpg
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Almost forgot, if you grow a beard out in Dec, everyone calls you Santa claus
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Speaking of big ears, have you noticed how big Tommy Lee Jones ears have gotten??

You gents had hops...I am very envious.

I could dunk (barely, never in a game) at 6'4". I like to think Larry Bird patterned his below the rim game after mine. :D

I spent the morning with a very good friend of mine who is in really poor shape...he is suffering from a host of physical and mental maladies, the least of which is his wife has petitioned for a divorce recently.

He has suffered from Crones for decades but fought it off, at least for a while. He is a Naval Academy graduate, H-2 pilot but was bounced from the Navy when he got sick.

Regardless, he became a very successful business man, investor and is independently wealthy. He is a bright man from humble origins (Dad owned a small gas station in Pottsville, PA) who rode his intellect and smarts to interesting places.

But he suffers now, pain is ever-present. When he needs me he sends a text message and if I am local I stop and get some food and go spend time with him. If I am not near I send up the Bat Signal and others help.

He is, in addition to his Crones and the associated issues, suffering from depression and anxiety...a strong man teetering because his faith in relationships and family has abandoned him.

So we sit and talk...rather, he talks, I listen - which is the way this has to work in my mind: I can lend an ear, help transition the discussion, little else.

I have learned a great deal from our meetings...more about myself than I have about Steve.

I offer this post only to point out that growing older can be a good thing, perspective: Embrace the joint ache, the midnight drips, the lack of flexibility.

I will tell you boyz that at 62 I have all my hair and my dick still gets as hard as Chinese arithmetic when the time is right...

Best, Gents.

my brother had that it was gout. Less beef= less gout

Probably the only weird thing for me is after I get up and walk a little after riding in a car or airplane for over an hour, I really gotta pee. I can be fine in the vehicle, and even right after I get out. But within 2 or 3 minutes, I better head to a bathroom or a secluded bush. That started after age 60. The worst torture is fueling up the airplane after a 2 hour ride, and hearing the gurgle of the fuel pumping into the wing. I am real glad the gas pump at airports is huge and flows fast. About $120 in fuel and I get to go pee.

All y'all need to speak up too. I cain't here like I used to. Too much rock, loud cars, hunting, rock.

Hey you all should speak up too. Sometimes I don't remember what I said 2 minutes ago, or if I actually said it out loud. Actually, my memory is good, it just takes a day or to to process them!

Lol,, I forgot to mention hearing loss.

Paul. Your friend is lucky to have you as a friend. I have a similar relationship with a H.S. friend recovering from throat cancer right now. He's down to 135 lb. Re: the vertical leap (we termed it "jump and reach"), I went to a small school in a small town - from kindergarten to eighth grade. We could go out for sports starting in the sixth grade. I was in flag football, track, & played center on our basketball team in seventh & eighth grades. I wasn't a great shot but really got rebounds. At the beginnings of games, the other centers were always quite a bit taller than I and would smile down at me at the beginning tip off. It disappeared when I would easily get the tip off. The coach I had then is in a assisted living facility now. He was such a great guy. I'm still in contact with his son, who was a classmate. He says his dad still remembers me as the only student he had who could walk around on his hands. Strange thing to be remembered for sixty + years later.

I thought I was the only one.

Lift in shop goes up "Wreeee" gotta pee. Lift comes down "Psssssssh" Gotta pee.

If I disregard, goes away in a minute.

Maybe last three years. Guessing prostate related?

What is it with yungins these days...Get offa my lawn!

You're gonna regret that shiiit. :D

Seeing myself in pictures, I don't think l look as old in the mirror.

Will be 64 next week. Looking in the mirror each morning and saying holy sheet, you’re old dude. Getting up to pee 2 to 3 times each night.

Looking forward to doing extended road bike rides, used to do 100 miles every weekend and 5000 miles a year and now after 45 minutes my soles burn like they are on fire, (have seen a couple of doctors, tried inserts, new shoes, etc), and after several rides I develop a sudden need to pee RIGHT NOW! So that’s pretty much out. Mountain biking is cool but my back pays for it for two days. Love to hike in the mountains but after 6 miles get the same burning foot problem but as a bonus, I can pee whenever I want. Can only run every few days or my back gives me fits. Ibuprofen every evening.

Having close friends die suddenly from heart attacks. Having people in their 30s call me ‘sir’. Seeing my reaction speed slow and becoming more cautious because it takes longer to heal. And the worst is hearing myself sound like my father. Did I mention a detached retina? Thank god for insurance.

I forgot 50 and 60 year old women I don’t know smiling at me like I was 10. Creepy.

Watching your parents grow old faster than you are.

My night vision has really deteriorated. On coming head lights blind me. Eye doctor ( my brother in law) told me it’s the on set of cataracts.

The hardest for me has been watching friends and family members get sick and die before their times. Lost a very close friend (Thanksgiving with our two families for 20 years) to cancer. He was 55. Another is 20+ years into remission for cancer, but the radiation they used to kill it is now killing him. My 55 y.o. little cousin--like a brother--killed in a motorcycle accident. Another very close friend has had a long-term lung disease (berylliosis) caused by machining nuke weapons cores. He looks like a skeleton and wheezes. The drummer from my old band, whom I recently reconnected with, has Parkinson's, which is horrible. He just had some sort of surgery to place electrodes in his brain. Creepy and scary.

Next to these horrors, I feel guilty complaining. My corpse has become a combined arthritis hotel and orthopedic surgeon training device: both knees replaced, 5 shoulder surgeries, and progressive hand problems. A day in the garage working on mechanical stuff makes my hands swell up like catchers mitts. My unplayed guitars stare at me in reproof, but a few minutes and my hands start drowning out the Marshall.

But I still have tons of stuff I want to do, and ton of things I want to learn. That blessing, combined with my incredible family, makes me a lucky man.

- Having to change 40+y old sleep position (now pinching nerve in shoulder when sleeping on my side with arm under pillow), or lose feeling in my fingers and wake up !!!
- Trimming my nose/ear/eyebrows more often than getting haircuts
- that weird mental block about jumping down from someplace... I'm not sure it'd hurt, but my mind says "no".
- floaters in my eyes...

On top of some of the above of course..

One of the weird things about getting older, other than the fact that my nuts are in a race with my ass on their journey towards my knees, is that I can't get as excited or emotional about things like I used to; I usually just give the same smirk and slow, sideways shake of my head when something good or something bad happens. I laughed out loud for the first time last week, and I can still remember how good it felt, and what caused it. (and I won't try and explain because it won't translate.) .

Dad passed from lewy bodies dementia which is similar.

Look into MM and natural/diet changes. Natural resistance.
Supposed to slow development of plaque between the brain cells which is like corrosion on a circuit breaker.
Something like that.

https://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/846260
"In patients with Parkinson's disease, the development of amyloid plaque might be a two-step process — cortical deposits followed by striatal deposits — new research suggests."