Premature Aging

I feel like such an old lady lately. My body is stiff and sore, I worry about my blood pressure, and I realized yesterday that I use all of the following products on a regular basis: fiber pills, antacids, and hemorrhoid cream. Nice.

Does anyone want to buy me a Jazzy?

Comments

Katria said…
My grandmother has a jazzy. She crashes into walls with it.
4/18/2006 11:12 AM
Jenny said…
The woman that lives above us has a spare, I could see if she'd loan it to you for the rest of your pregnancy...
4/18/2006 12:23 PM
Earth Sign Mama said…
The wonderful thing is: you have a cure: childbirth! My only salvation from the same condition has become...demise...Hang it there! Like Skye says: Every child comes out of there. NONE stay put.
4/18/2006 8:38 PM
skyeJ said…
But, I think it would look really great if you tooled up to the Delivery Dept on a Jazzy. All the pregnant mothers would cheer!! Between contractions, of course.
4/19/2006 8:03 AM
TK said…
The ironic thing is, if you had one, you'd probably go cruising around, having fun, while those of us who really (almost) need one, are too embarrased to use one!

One of my daughters got me one of those scooters the grocery store provides, after I was injured recently. She was having a ball driving it around, to get it to me. I rode it for about 3 minutes and told her to put it back! It was too embarrasing to look like an 'old person'. In your case, you may FEEL old on occasion, but at least you don't look it, too! And as was pointed out, it's TEMPORARY!

(I'm kind of like my Grandmother, who refused to buy a pair of 'nice, sturdy shoes'. My aunt told her that my other aunt had just bought some and loved them. My grandmother said, 'If Lola wants to wear old-lady shoes she can, BUT I'M NOT WEARING OLD LADY SHOES! Grandma was in her 90's then!)
4/19/2006 6:26 PM
TK said…
Ooops! That comment was in response to "anyone want to buy me a Jazzy?" Guess you could tell.

"if you had one" = i.e. a Jazzy.
4/19/2006 6:49 PM
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