By Catherine Browning
Have you ever seen a tiny white-haired woman shuffling along with a cane or walker and thought, “I’ll never end up like that!”?
But what if you win the ‘little old lady’ lottery?
Yesterday was my annual physical exam to determine how far along the ‘little old lady’ road I have traveled. The first test is the height and weight test. We will gloss over the weight test and skip directly to the height part. My adult height was 5 feet 10 inches. A number of years ago I was in a tobogganing accident. The result was a compressed disc in my lower spine. Height: 5 feet 9.5 inches. Years of hiking and jogging along with regular living further eroded the height I had down to 5 feet 9 inches.
Shock doesn’t begin to describe my reaction to yesterday’s measurement: 5 feet 7 inches. And I now have to carry a cane when out of doors. People have started helping me out of chairs. Sleeping the night through is a thing of the past.
Never say never! But don’t give up either. My second novel is in the works and it doesn’t have a height requirement.
Hang in there, Baby!
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Fun blog. I too feel the shortness of age.
Great post. I’m in that same boat. Lost an inch, which doesn’t sound like much, but original height was only 4’11″”. Oh well, as long as my feet touch the ground, I’m okay.