...at age 37 I'd notice some changes.
AND that has proven to be true.
-Depending on the light, my arm now has to move anything with fine print to an appropriate distance for me to read it.
-Staying up till 1:00 a.m. isn't as easy as it used to be.
-Getting up from the floor is no longer a graceful act.
BUT Something happened today that I didn't expect.
-I met my new anti-itch doctor (yes, it is as bad as ever!) and he is MY age. Same month and year, even. I never really thought about the day that the doctor(s) were no longer "older".
Good thing I don't mind getting older. It just took me by surprise.
