uh oh

Now I've gone and done it.

I've aged.

And I wasn't as careful as I should have been. I've lived long enough to need blood pressure medication. This is a good thing, I suppose, since ten years ago I didn't think I'd even be here now.

Still. I've beat me up enough to need this. In two years, two months and 20 days I'll have completed 50 years on the planet. Will I have been able to deflect the diabetes that is creeping up on me? How will my joints feel, my feet after a long walk, my back after a sink load of dishes?

Damn. I suppose I have to admit, stupidly, that I'm not in fact immortal. And then live like I actually believe it.