I Once Heard....

...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.

Living with a 40 year old

Poor Layne. He has been so sick and today, at another follow-up Dr. appointment, he was told that after looking at the x-rays he was THIS close to being in big time trouble.

I guess Layne really does have full blown pneumonia. Perhaps he shouldn't have driven to and from Ohio & Idaho. Perhaps we shouldn't have had a huge birthday party for him. Perhaps we shouldn't have gone to lots of parties and played too late into the night. Perhaps he shouldn't have shoveled two feet of snow off the roof of the house. Maybe I should have tried not to be so put off that he didn't LOVE his birthday party. LOL

Could-a, would-a, should-a.

I kind of figured out that he really was sick when he missed several days of work after we got back from vacation. I think he has only done that twice in the past 15.5 years that we've been married.

Today we got a thing in the mail telling us that his life insurance is going up because he's 40 now.

So, this is what it is like being married to an older man. I love him more than ever though. Scarred lungs and all.