Two thing happened this week that make me feel like I'm officially getting older.
1. The woman at the grocery store checkout asked if gray hair comes in early in my family? I laughed and said no, that I'm just getting older, almost 33 in fact. She asked if there's any stress in my life. I replied after a moment's contemplation (do I try to explain any of it?), "My huband went back to school full time and we have 4 kids ages 3-8." Well, she belly-laughed at that one. For the rest of the time I was there. She did put some of it together and asked if he was a seminary student. And she said she would have thought I was 23 or 24 just by looking at me. Nice save, lady, after pointing out all my grays.
2. I have had some pretty severe stomach pains since Wednesday, and finally decided it wasn't gas. I got online and did some research. Then today at church, I asked an ER doctor-friend about it. We borrowed a church office, and he poked around on my stomach for about 20 sec. and (after lots of disclaimers that he can't rule out a lot of things w/o blood work, urinalysis, etc.) feels sure it's divirticulitis. Yep, that's what I thought. An old person's infection of the large colon. Lovely. Thankfully, he was able to call in some drugs so the pain should get better in the next day or two. Otherwise I've PROMISED to go in if it doesn't get all better or starts to get even a little worse.
Gray hair and divirticulitis. Not what you think of when you imagine a typical 32yo woman, lol. There are good things that come along with aging. So I hear...what would I really know about that? ;)