My kid turned seventeen today. Every year I’ve written some blog entry or journal entry about my son on his birthday. You know, that mushy-mommy-thing. But my kid is seventeen. He’s growing into a fine young man now. It’s time to let go, while I’ll treasure these memories forever.
So, this year I’m just going to say Happy Birthday to my dude. You’re a great kid and I wouldn’t trade the world for you. And, btw, I’m so relieved you’re just having the D&D party you asked for this weekend and not the party I had for my 17th birthday that got out of hand. I had people showing up for that one I didn’t even know, and some weirdo ended up hitting on my mother!
Gah… Seriously, people, I don’t feel that old. Well, except for right now, but that’s another story completely. I hear, “At your age,” and I think of my Gran when she was in her 80’s. I’m not even close.
But I am post-menopausal and there are things I need to do that I don’t; for example, bone density tests. And right now I’m dealing with that little issue.
A little back history (ahahahaha!! Unintended pun!!!).
A little over a month ago I decided to get a new pair of sneakers. This lovely pair of Chuck Taylors caught my eye. I haven’t worn that brand in a long time. These weren’t your standard canvas CTs, noooo…. They were black leather and canvas.
I had to have them.
About a day or two later we had a very foggy morning, leaving our concrete porch extremely wet. I’d just made a run to … somewhere… honestly, I don’t remember and that part of the story is irrelevant anyway. On my way in my feet, in these new Chuck Taylors, decided it would be a good time to remind me that this particular brand of shoes have crap for traction on slick surfaces. My feet went right out from under me and I landed flat on my tuchus.
I felt everything in my spine compress and I knew I’d broken my tailbone. Eh, what can be done about a broken tailbone? I figured I’d just jammed everything else together and I’d be sore for a couple of weeks.
A month later, not only had things not improved, they were actually getting worse. I had to go to an orthopedist. He did x-rays and an MRI, and I found out I had compression fractures in 3 of my vertebrae.
WHAT??? But all I did was fall on my a**! This didn’t used to happen!!
Oh, and if this wasn’t alarming, evidently, this wasn’t the first time I’d done something like this. I also have older compression fractures that have healed.
So why am I telling you all this?
Get your bone density tests. It doesn’t matter how old you are. If you went into early menopause, get your bone density tests done anyway. You don’t want to end up in a back brace looking that’s more like a medical corset because of your fashion choice on a foggy morning.