Today, as part of my never ending quest to explain what happens when you age... I SAID, AS PART OF MY NEVER ENDING QUEST TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPNES WHEN YOU AGE... I am always on the alert for interesting quirks of getting old.
I, myself, am not old yet, but I have experiencing some of the joys of aging. One happened today. I was walking down the hall at work with a microwavable pizza when for reasons unknown, I decided to attempt to drop it. Neat thing about me is my cat like reflexes. Meaning, my brain reacts quickly to stuff like that. Problem is, my brain doesn't have hands to catch stuff, so it uses my body.
My body, while mostly cooperative, this time decided to perform in a less than helfull way. In slow motion, I watched as the pizza tumbled toward the ground. My brain then imediately sends the signals to my arms, back, legs, abs, feet, and for some reason a small seldom used muscle on my back. This muscle, which by all rights should only be used while lifting sacks of rice sideways onto a large table, goes crazy and attempts (I can only assume) to catch the falling pizza on its own.
Now this little muscle, also without hands and the power to do anything other than move said sacks of rice sideways onto a large table, demonstrating courage and the chutzpah of a nerdy kid asking the head cheerleader on a date, blows up in the attempt.
I now have a pain about two inches under my left shoulder blade. Interesting pain it is too.
Oh and I have come to the the interesting quirk of getting old... telling everyone about the pain.