I think I’ve recently hit middle age. It started maybe in my late forties. What tipped me off was that my body stopped being able to do all the things I asked it to. But I learned to be careful, and after a few years, I feel like I’m back at the beginning of middle age. Except that I did have to give up trying to do a gainer last summer, because I nearly knocked my head off. I wasn’t more than an paper’s width from smashing my head on the board instead of just scraping my ear, like I did.
But wow, has my body changed, and so has my mind. I’m slower, and I don’t have quite as much energy and my coordination seems to be worse. I can’t see as well at night, and I’ve started seeing these weird purple and green colors—kind of like neon—around the roads and buildings at night, and most recently, indoors with lights on—I saw them around my son’s neck. I start to wonder whether it’s my brain or my eyes.
The worst thing is losing memory. I heard a piece on the radio recently that said that is common. Middle aged minds forget words (I forget the names of things), but we’re wiser. Young minds are sharp as a tack, but their judgment isn’t so good. So, when I’m being nice to myself, I tell myself the wiser part, and when I’m not nice, I tell myself the memory loss part. For me, this could also be a side effect of the drugs. But it has progressed rapidly in three years, from when I was 51.
Anyway, I think middle age starts at 50. Hell, many people thought I had a mid-life crisis when I was 51, so that must be because of the onset of middle age.
Old age… well, I’ll know better when I get there. Right now, seventy sounds old, but I have friends that old, and they seem just like me. Retirement age—who knows where it will be by the time I get there… somewhere between 67 and 70. So old age is definitely after 70, but I don’t know how much further…. maybe 80? Yeah. Twenty years of old age sounds like more than enough. Maybe I’ll push old age off a bit further. And yeah, I’m planning to live to 100. At least.