Remember when the word “joint” made you think of wrapping papers, Ziploc bags of weeds, and cool looking bongs? Now “joint” brings to mind other words, such as – pain, stiffness, arthritis and replacement.
We may not look our age, but our joints sure do. Even if we can’t see them, we certainly do feel them. What happened to sprinting up a flight of stairs two at a time? Who even noticed there was a railing attached to the wall? If anything, our active lifestyles may have caused our joints to become a pain in the ass (by the way, not online online a joint) even earlier than in our parents’ generation. I can tell you this, my parents still have all their original parts, and their joints are over eighty years old.
I suppose the fitness craze didn’t help. Running around health clubs in spandex may not have been the best thing for our joints. The generation before us is happily sweating to the oldies with Richard Simmons, with the joints God gave them.
Yeah…yeah…aging sucks. But can’t we at least still smell the aroma of the joints of yore as we limp along? And come to think of it – the joints of the past may even help us with our painful joints of the present. If only I could remember where and how to get the paraphernalia today. Oh well…memory loss, that’s a topic for another day.