[I Was Naked]

And feeling everyone one of these days I've lived so far.

I don't know what it is about my 44th year, but I've always stated I hated the even numbered birthday years, they make me feel older.I suppose it started with the wisdom tooth removal back in the spring..no..wait...some girly stuff last year that reminded me just what a bitch having a poody can be sometimes. But I never minded the gyno, I swore and lived by the mantra that I'd go there first before the dentist. Now, I think I've surpassed that gyno visits in my lifetime, with my constant forays back and forth to the dentist. The funny part is, my teeth were fine. However, I have confirmed my new super power which is a squirting saliva gland under my tongue. I like to compare it to a spitting cobra. I challenge myself as always to use my powers (super or kinetic) for good not evil.

What I wasn't prepared for tonight was the call from my doctor telling me I have a high cholesterol count. Sheeit. 5 years ago it was stellar. Now its, "what day can you come in this week, bring your formulary, and I have samples." "When did you say your mother died?"

Ugh.

Ok to be fair to myself and knowing I don't eat, let alone eat right, I still don't eat the things I remember ole Glynn eating, yet as I age my body (curses!) is built like hers. So does that mean one day at the age of 70 the custodian is going to break down the door because the neighbor heard me complain of chest pains and I waited too long to see the doctor? Will the final image of me, be one of her, naked, lying in the middle of the bed, eyes glassy and fixed at the ceiling with one leg up and a pair of pantyhose curled in the hand, struck down by the simplest of tasks?

God I hope not. I read that years ago in the police report. Not a pretty site and sorry for the visual for anyone who happens upon this.

I try to stay positive that I'll take my little dose of whatever, and somehow or another I'll get the gumption or appetite to eat something. I'm not upset about cutting things out of my none existent diet, I can live on fruit, salad, broiled chicken etc. Sweets will be hard to give up, though I have read that dark chocolate, which is my favorite is better for you if one has to eat chocolate. Which one does. Not daily, but often enough.

But when is the last 15,948 days did my body decide to say "it's too much, getting close to yabba dabba do time," and betray me?

Would it be the constant stress, the lack of sleep my whole life, the skipped meals? I kinda thought that's just who I was and I adjusted to it. Here, have another big fat helping of NO. I'm only human, and I'm fighting genetics.

I'm not ready for this body to slow down. Any slower and I'm going to be in reverse.

I have to get off of the east coast and this seasonal change that turns one into a human slug. Back in the day they use to go to Bath to take the waters, and sit in the springs and revive themselves. I'm hoping the west coast will not only be a balm to my soul, but at least having fresh fruits and salad, (hey salad is a vegetable in my world, just like ketchup was one in Reagan's) will help me retain some of my youth and dignity.

I'd like to say I'll make it another 15,948 days. I have plans.