Reaching New Lows

This post might be too much information for some of your gentle readers, but you be the judge.

I think I may have reached a new low point in my aging process.  I have had clicking knees and ankles for ages now.  My metabolism has turned against me and my memory comes and goes anymore.  My parents have not given the "aging gracefully" much heed, and I really don't want to do it after watching them--but it depends on the day.

Yesterday was one of those days when I realized I certainly did NOT want to get any older.  My body has revolted and I've gone over the hill.  I was eating an apple yesterday afternoon and suddenly began to choke.  You know that feeling when you inhale enough of whatever you are eating that you wonder if you are going to have enough air to cough it out.  That was my first worrying though--BREATHING.  Then, in quick succession came the second and third thoughts.  My thought process was this:

1)  MUST breathe

2)  Holy Cow!  I hvae to pee!

3)  What the.....?!?  I hope I make it to the bathroom....or at least not drip on the carpet.

Yep.  I wet my pants because of a choking fit.  How pathetic.  My bladder is super tiny, but the pressure had been building but it took the sudden, blunt force of the coughing fit to make me loose control of my bladder and peed right though my jeans.

So sad.

Dang abdominal muscles.  Or, the lack thereof.  While Genius Golfer and The Boy laughed at me as I ran through the front room in a towel--having dropped all the drawers in the washing machine straight away--I told The Boy to stop it.  He is half the reason this happened. He did stop laughing at me out loud, but I suspect that he seriously wondered about this mom.

Getting old sucks.  Have I mentioned that lately?!?