This past February, I turned thirty years old. Effectively leaving my twenties behind me and waving so long to the times of people calling me a "baby" for the simple fact of being around a quarter of a century year old.
Age has never really been an issue for me. I hate to be one of those cliche people that states "age is just a number" but I honestly don't think it gets more true than that. (Unless you're a grown ass adult trying to date a child in which case you're gross and SHAME ON YOU). I never really put much thought into the age of my friends or people I've dated, even though thinking back on it, they all tended to be older than me? But that could just be the fact that my personality has always been that of an eighty-nine year old man.
I digress.
The fact that I turned thirty never really bothered me. Not when it was approaching or not now that my thirty-first is looming. I just simply do not care. However, with thirty came a few things that I wasn't quite expecting.... mostly medically? You see, I've had my fair share of "health concerns" over my lifetime. Nothing too serious that I haven't been able to handle, but I think like all people, we have those moments.
I've always acted and felt far older than I am, with people often joking that I was fully grown by age nine and other people often telling me that I have what is referred to as an "old soul." I've always been good with all of that, and still am. Like I said, I've just never put alot of thought into it and took pride in the fact that people see beyond my age.
With thirty though? Damn, Gina. Let me tell you:
*Pinched sciatic nerve (left side)
*Achy hip (again, left side)
*Nauseous stomach (no, I'm not pregnant)
*Brittle nails
*Dizzy/blacking out spells (again, NOT pregnant)
The list truly just goes on and on and honestly, it's kind of a pain in my ass at this point. Well, a pain in my left hip at the very least. Frankly, the only thing that keeps me running is alcohol, nicotine, sarcasm, and caffeine.
Speaking of running, I've been thinking about trying to get into that, because apparently it can help your old creaky body be less creaky even though it will just keep getting older? Note to self, look into that. (Ha! Like my bitch ass will ever openly and freely exercise.... who do I think I'm kidding?)
