Who Said?

Whoever said that 40 was the new 30 was lying.  Liar, liar, pants on fire lying.  Since turning 40, my body has decided that it has had enough of being healthy and has turned on me.  Last August I broke my ankle just by stepping off a curb wrong! Who does that?  Not 30 year-olds, that’s for sure.   My memory has gotten worse.  The only way I can remember things is by writing them down, but just where did I put my pen?  I don’t know!   And now, my appendix has decided to jump ship.  It decided it had enough of this old body and got all “hot” and Ouchy, demanding to be removed.  So with the help of a few medical staff,  a brief hospital stay, and most likely several thousand dollars, I got rid of that thing.  Sayonara.