My apologies to you all. I hadn’t known that I was writing negatively. I hadn’t realized that I was sharing my tiredness and feelings of age with everyone here. I hadn’t even known that I was depressed.
Folks would ask me how I felt, and my response was often, “Old.”
I’m not feeling at all old this week. I’ve discovered the trick to climbing stairs with a little verve: lifting my right leg very high. I’m feeling fiftyish rather than eightyish. I’m doggedly doing my workouts in the morning pool. I’m doing all my leg, hand, and shoulder PT in the hot tub. Next week I might be cranky as I am beginning another series of visits with the dentist, but I won’t be feeling old.