Aging – if not like a fine wine….

Late last year, I realised that my body had changed shape, despite my weight remaining the same. Now I know, of course, that bodies change as they age, but genuinely did not expect that a change in shape could be anything other than weight related. So, this realisation was – as they say – a bit of a bummer.

Especially as I’ve been doing a bit of work on my wardrobe for some time now – streamlining the chaos, selecting colours I like and which suit my newly white hair, slowly buying quality pieces, with the intention of ending up with a small selection of clothes to suit my needs, and in which I am happy, comfortable and confident. The thing is, I am not a happy shopper, so while I was willing to put in the effort, I wanted the results of my effort to be long-lasting. But this new change means I’ve got to start over, and that makes me grumpy.

While chatting to a friend about my new wardrobe challenge, we ended up trading tales about our falling apart bits. My offerings to the shared tales of recent woes both involved my hands. Shortly after moving, I sprained my index finger helping Himself put on his shoes in order to save his bad back from getting worse. Then, just last week, I managed to do the same to my middle finger when struggling to pull on my own shoe. Within hours, I managed to make it even worse by hammering the knuckle into the wooden chopping board, so it’s now both hurty and stiff.

The previous week, I’d experienced increasing pain radiating down both sides of my left hand and in the underneath of my wrist, which later spread to a muscle running between my wrist and my elbow. The next day, although it hurt less, I couldn’t pick up even a cup of tea (I’m British, so this ranks as a crisis🤣). A couple of days later, all was back to normal. What makes this worse is I’ve absolutely no idea what happened – for I did nothing new or different.

My Osteopath is convinced I did it opening a jar… except, I can’t remember the last time I opened a jar (I don’t cook, and I have a Himself at home currently to open any and all jars). Even so, if “opening a jar” could genuinely have caused that level of damage, I dread to think what harm I could cause to myself if something serious were to happen.

Indeed, as we move into hay fever season, I’m afraid to sneeze…

They say “laugh and the world laughs with you…” so what is making you laugh currently?

© Debs Carey, 2025

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  1. You are ! – making me laugh 😂 – do hope you’ll be at the drinks in September, would be good to catch up x

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  3. You’re making me laugh: I couldn’t pick up even a cup of tea (I’m British, so this ranks as a crisis🤣). Not to mock your despair, but to thine own self be true. Hoping you don’t fall apart in any other way.

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  4. You’re making me laugh, too, Debs. And you are describing a bit of what our world is like as we age. But … I don’t have to get up and go to work, so I have plenty of time to attend to these challenges. If only they didn’t pop up quite so often!

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  5. I hope it helps to know that many, many of us are in the same boat just trying to understand how things can go to hell overnight. I often think that my body parts and organs all have deep discussions while I sleep then draw straws to determine which part gets to fail in some way without warning.

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  7. Our bodies are so mysterious–amazing the varied things they can do and how long they keep working. And yet, they’re easily hurt by something as simple as putting on a shoe. I’m sometimes disappointed at the things my doctor can’t fix. On the other hand, our bodies are so complex and mysterious, you can hardly blame her.

    I’m losing a bit of weight, but I’m smaller because I’m shrinking, so I guess that makes sense.

    Lots of things make me laugh, lots of little things.

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  8. Thank you Sarah 🙂

    I do hope to be, am holding back on confirming as my other half hasn’t been well and I’m not comfortable leaving him alone for long. But he is improving, so keeping fingers crossed x

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  10. Thank you Ally – and I’m glad I made you laugh. If us Brits want anything, it’s to make people laugh while we’re having a moan 🙂 I don’t doubt there will be more interesting bits to come, but hopefully they’ll all recover in the same short time frame.

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  11. Jane, if I had to go out to work, I’d not cope with anything like the same amount of humour. When you work from home, things don’t feel quite so hard.

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  13. I often wonder if all those little things have always been there and we are just too busy to notice them until we have more TIME in our life to notice them?

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  14. I think I’m aging like blue cheese–getting more flavorful while also more crumbly! Sorry to hear about all the injuries, especially the one that impact tea. I’ve had tendinosis in my left arm from overuse due to leg issues since last October. Not a fan, even if it does mean my husband and son have to do all the dishes and cleaning of the cat litter box.

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  16. Well…no offense; I mean this as a compliment…but this post made me laugh a little.

    Aging isn’t for the faint of heart, as they say. But as long as you’re not growing a second nose or shrinking down to the size of an ant, I think a little bodily shape-shifting is okay. Random aches and pains and easily sprained digits/limbs, not so much.

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  17. Nicki, I’ve been consistently amazed at what the human body can do, so I guess it was time to give it some love and understanding when it’s getting worn out. But yes, it would be nice if more of our stuff could be – if not fixed, at least explained.

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  19. Mark, thank you – that’s a lovely compliment 🙂

    I agree with you. The body change bit isn’t that hard to live with, it’s more that it’s been such annoyingly bad timing. I mean, I didn’t bother to do anything about my wardrobe for years – why didn’t it strike then?! The easily sprained digits are extremely tiresome – especially for one who uses a keyboard as much as I do.

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  20. For me, I’m not sure it’s time, more a sense of raised awareness about increasing body frailties – once you notice it starting, you can’t avoid seeing each and every incidence of it happening.

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  22. I laughed so hard at your British tea-drinking comment. Oh friend, aging isn’t for the weak. You’re not alone. Since I entered menopause five years ago, my body hasn’t felt like mine. It doesn’t matter what I do or eat — I cannot control how it looks. I should just appreciate every day I get. I won’t… but I should. 🤣

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  23. Mark, when my left hand/wrist stuff happened, it was carpal tunnel syndrome I assumed it to be. Except it didn’t behave the way it normally does, and it went away – seemingly of its own accord, which carpal tunnel stuff has never done before. Sorry to hear you suffer – it’s a bugger when words are what you do.

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  24. Kari, that’s a welcome reminder that I should appreciate every day I get. But, like you, I don’t do it nearly enough.

    I’ve wondered if the most recent stuff has been menopause related. I mean, at my age, it well behind me and so it shouldn’t be – but something tells me there’s a hormonal element to some of my body’s recent odd behaviour. Truth is that I probably need to accept I’ll never know, which drives me absolutely crazy – I like to know! I am better at accepting when I know how or why. That said, having had cancer and not known either how or why, you’d think I’d have gotten the hang of that bit by now 😉

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