Backaches and Botox

When I picked up my youngest granddaughter last month, I forgot that I'm not supposed to lift anything (or anyone) over 20 pounds. And I think the main reason that slipped my mind was because the week prior I had finally agreed to be Botox'd! That alone makes one feel 35 again!

Well, I wouldn't have just agreed to Botox from just anybody, but my personal physician has gone into this little side business, realizing that she had enough "mature" patients to support the idea. And, she further explained, that people who feel better about how they look don't get sick as often. But somehow that doesn't apply, I guess, to backaches. So now I'm spending three days a week in physical therapy.

The upside to that, is maybe I'll get stronger, take up water aerobics, tighten up all these muscles that didn't get Botox'd, and then maybe I really will be the same as 35.

When my mother died last fall I could easily see all the things she missed in her life, all the plans she made that she never got to fulfill, and each time I buy a new piece of clothing I think of her and how she loved a new outfit. I remember she tried to put on makeup, but her face, so wrinkled, didn't even leave much room for eye shadow or mascara. Her lips (like mine) were thin, and lipstick didn't matter much. And she suffered with debilitating back pain for most of the last 20 years. So I'm working on all this.

Perhaps in another ten or twenty years I will find myself in a wheelchair, or bedridden as my body succumbs to high mileage, but for now I have a little more spring in my step and all my frowns removed.

I'll just remember to get down on the floor to hug my granddaughters.