Glasses for the first time this weekend
I've been wearing them since I was 5. Now nearly 49. What was worrying was the optician telling me I might need varifocals soon. That's proper old fart territory.
One doesn't have time to work, as too many appointments for bodily parts falling apart, trips to the loo, trips to the chemist and it being slow to do anything such as tying shoe laces, changing bedding and general diy jobs.
Made a simple plywood box the other day - table saw, cross cutter, drill/screw it together and the next day my hands and fingers were sore. Clearly I'm really out of shape hand/arm strength.
Last night went to a gig at the O2 in Glasgow(Steel Panthers). I was ****ed climbing up all that stairs. I was never good with stairs but I had to gather all my strength to make it to the top.
Thank god it was seating, I doubt I could have stood for 2 hours.
On reading glasses, I always took pride on my awesome eyesight. My optician always said I would need glasses "somewhere between age 40-50". Last eye test was the day before my 45th birthday. Needed reading glasses.
What was worrying was the optician telling me I might need varifocals soon. That’s proper old fart territory.
I have had occupational (posh varifocal things for the office) for a few years.
Last month the optician told me I needed to get long distance spec as well in the near future.
I am going to be one of those two pairs of glasses on your head blokes soon....
stcolin
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I hate everything about getting old. It has sucked the joy out of life.
On the bright side. It’s better than not getting old!
I might need varifocals soon
Best invention ever. Love mine. (55 years old)
This is why you need at least half a dozen pairs of readers!
Wait until you get the folding ones, the dogs dangly bits for cycling.
The other thing is all the young ladies at the hotels offering to carry the bags when I'm doing the luggage transfers for work. I must look ancient and decrepit.
I hate everything about getting old. It has sucked the joy out of life.
That's purely a mindset thing really, I'm finding aging rather wonderful and certainly better than the alternative, as I was very nearly not here a few times, both through my own actions (OD and suicide attempt when younger) and some rather close shaves later in life though having "adventures" whilst doing stupid past times.
waking up in the morning and thinking "what new thing can I do or learn today" or thinking and looking for the positives in your day and how you can make someone else's day a better place by a kind word or action is a lovely thing.
If you choose to view the world as joyless, then all you will see in return is a lack of joy.
Having a favourite brand of ibuprofen
Other than the joy of Grey Bin Day and my utilitarian footwear the thing that genuinely hacks me off is that I'm getting a bit slower.
I'm going for my Dan grade at Karate and have been struggling with a torn meniscus in my knee for nearly two years. The knee is about as good as it is going to get, but in the meantime any speed that I had has gone. Going from one of the quickest adults in the class to the absolute dead last slowest has been upsetting.
Having a favourite brand of ibuprofen
It's all the same drug, that's like having a favourite brand of oxygen.
Now this is a sign of getting old, I actually had a heated conversation about how Neurofen at a fiver a pack or what ever it is, is no better than supermarket own brand at about 40p a packet...
Their defence: "well Nurofen has caffine in it"
"then wash it down with a cup of coffee" says I.
You can lead a horse to water and all that.
EDIT, and for those that don't like coffee, theres always this:
https://www.tesco.com/groceries/en-GB/products/255280608
Still works out far cheaper.
Having a favourite brand of ibuprofen
And favourite antacid to go with it...
And favourite antacid to go with it…
A glass of milk?
49 here.
Reading glasses have arrived this year. It seems obvious I wouldn't get by with a single pair, so I have one at work, one in the car and one at home, plus a fold up pair for my trail toolkit so I can see to plug punctures.
Kids at university - check.
Ear beard requiring weekly trimming check.
Massive ginger eyebrow 'whiskers' check.
Inability to filter conversation in loud places check.
Police people seem young check.
HT riding increasingly feels like being beaten up check.
Went to a garden centre with the boss last bank holiday Monday…
If it's anything like my local garden centre, you'll be queuing behind a bus load of OAPs waiting to be served their cream teas.. Grrrr.. Although it does have the advantage of deterring my boss from going in there and coming out having spent £150 on an effing tree fern
Loved the "low hanging fruit" comment earlier. As a rider in a very middle aged bunch of fellow riders - this is a common topic of conversation. The speed of southern migration, year on year.
Injuries that don't go away. and injuries that once went away (usually old football and rugby ones) that then resurrect themselves some 20 years later.
Involuntary grunting when doing shoelaces up.
and I sometimes have a short nap after Bargain Hunt at lunchtime.
Timing your nocturnal pissing.
If I go just before bed then there is a good chance that I’ll need to “splash my feet” at around 4:00am. If this is the case there is pretty much no chance of getting back to sleep.
My cunning plan is not to have a wee before bed, so that I wake up at around 2:00am, thus still being tired enough to sleep through afterwards.
I've resigned myself to the reality that getting up for a pee in the middle of the night is a thing, and the notion of 8+ hours of contiguous sleep is a fond memory.
(Also, having four crepuscular animals in the house disturbing the peace - three cats and one girlfriend.)
I left the house wearing one green shoe and one black shoe earlier 😐
I now enjoy gardening - that's a worrying sign of getting older I think.
Seeing the DoBs of the kids in my group at bike club all being 2014/2015. I've (probably - it's not worth the effort to bend down to check thoroughly) got tins of food at the back of the cupboard older than them. That made me feel really old, but not as much as when the other coach piped up that he was born in 2004...
I left the house wearing one green shoe and one black shoe earlier 😐
Look on the positive side. You left the house wearing two shoes.
I didn’t get excited at the drive thru car wash today.
Reading glasses have arrived this year. It seems obvious I wouldn’t get by with a single pair, so I have one at work, one in the car and one at home, plus a fold up pair for my trail toolkit so I can see to plug punctures.
Yeah but for true old age you have to walk around the house asking "have you seen my glasses?" and "do you know where my glasses are?" multiple times a day.
You know things are getting really bad when it turns out you're actually wearing them already... 😉
(... though why any bloke would own green shoes in the first place unless they were a particularly flamboyant goth is another matter)
You know things are getting really bad when it turns out you’re actually wearing them already… 😉
Pff, I was once late for work because I couldn't find my car keys. Turned out, they were in my other hand.
I have prescription driving glasses. One clear pair and a tinted pair.
I jumped in to the car one night, put on my glasses and drove off. However, something wasn't right. So I stopped and got out to see if a headlight bulb had failed. Nope... they were both working. But why was it so dark? I couldn't fathom it out.
Anyway, about a minute or so later I stopped again, removed my sunglasses and put on the clear ones, then all was right with the world. Apart from my sore knee.
though why any bloke would own green shoes in the first place unless they were a particularly flamboyant goth is another matter
I own three pairs of green shoes. Two pairs are velcro fastening (the others are a Boa, just to kill the flamboyant goth myth)
When i was a flamboyant goth I had suede boots, with buckles and a zip fastening. They were black, of course.....
I got a new key cut today, standard yale type key for want of a better description.
I was in tesco and noticed they had a key cutting counter so thought, right! I will do this job that's been nagging me.
£9...nine bloody quid for a basic key!!!! It literally took the guy 30 seconds to do it.
I'm sure I only paid about 4 quid last time I got a key cut, which admittedly was probably about 5 years ago, maybe I should have gone to a proper cobbler/key cutting type shop...
Or Am I just getting old?
I got a key cut yesterday as well. It also cost me £9
Going into the setting in my phone and turning the font size up, just a touch, because, you know, your eyes are a little tired today.
Not undoing the above, ever.
Accidentally emitting Roy Kent-like growls when something is not quite to one’s satisfaction.
My hat blew off yesterday, and I made a pretty convincing clone of the ‘big yin’😝😝😝 all windswept.
45 here recently got reading glasses, been wearing normal ones since I was 7 or 8 though, they did ask if I wanted bifocals but I am not that old yet.
Night time pee like clockwork @2am without fail
Regularly give bollocking to the TV, mobile phone or any other household appliance that does not do what its told, they are worse than the children at times.
Hour in the mosh pit at a gig on Saturday, just recovering now, worth all the ooh ouch though.
Embracing the comfort and convenience of Crocs and giving zero shits about all that 'loss of dignity' bollox. Just around the house and garden for now*, I've not completely given up.
*watch this space.....
Last night went to a gig at the O2 in Glasgow(Steel Panthers
The fact that you can reference Steel Panther against the bands they are spoofing off says you're old.
My back has been in spasm since emptying the dishwasher Saturday morning. Had the eyebrow trim question for the first time the other week. Trim my ear hairs twice a week. Feel like a dirty old man talking to one of the girls on the team.
all these 40-somethings pretending they're old can FRO.
Just you wait......
I’ve been surprised a few times lately by a fart, with pretty much no warning. I’m 48.
My wife’s struggling to believe I had no prior knowledge.
Shoot, can I tick most of the above. #readyfortheknackersyard
I can tick many of these. Have avoided getting varifocals by having three different strength pairs of ready readers. It works fine as long as I am only doing one thing at once. Had the ear and nose hair for years. Lots of knackered body parts. Anyone else get a random hair growing from the middle of their forehead? Mine seems to sprout to around three inches long overnight. Most likely it's been growing for weeks but I never spot it as I hardly ever have glasses on in front of the mirror or if I do they will be the wrong strength pair.
Glasses for the first time this weekend
I’ve been wearing them since I was 5. Now nearly 49. What was worrying was the optician telling me I might need varifocals soon. That’s proper old fart territory.
Likewise had specs since I was 5 or 6. Varifocals since the age of 50 last year. Got photochromic lenses as well, having previously had two pairs, one regular and one tinted. I now wish I’d done that sooner
all these 40-somethings pretending they’re old can FRO.
Indeed they can. I would high five but that can cause disc problems!
Put me summer shorts on for the first time yesterday.My skin seems somewhat reptilian these days!🤨