I hate Januaries. It seems like that is the time of year that my body decides to make me aware that I'm not a kid anymore. I got a bad head cold which I've never really had.
I just normally don't get sick. And to illustrate that, this past weekend was the first time I've ever had to blow my nose. It's just never come up. That's not to say I've never had the sniffles but I've never had it bad enough where I felt the need to blow my nose until this weekend. Which was a comical scene in the extreme.
Most people I suspect have had to blow their nose since their childhoods. So to them, it's obvious how to blow ones nose. But if you think about it, it's not necessarily obvious. My wife looked on with I suspect some amusement as I mastered the mechanics of forcing air out through my nose. It took awhile and I can't say I enjoyed it. My bellyaching meant little to my wife who has sinus problems. I had long complained about kleenex (since I've never used kleenex before) being around the house and now I was making use of it like it was going out of style.
Plus there's all kinds of new discomforts..aches..pains. Things I never would have imagined 10 years ago. And I'm only 33. I can't imagine what it'll be like to be 40 or 70 for that matter. I think I can understand why people, as they get older, fear death less and less.
Being a sissy, I don't like pain or discomfort. I have a very low tolerance for it. And more and more it seems like there's always something in the background causing some small but noticeable amount of discomfort. Whine whine whine.