Animations of mortality
Another sign of aging. On Wednesday I got my first ever floater. These are small little bits of protein that come detached from the inside of your eye and just hang around inside your eyeball for a couple of weeks. Apparently you get more of them as you get older, and you just get used to them. It’s damn annoying at the moment; I spent the first day trying to brush it out of my hair. The second day I spent panicking I was going blind. Today I decided to do the Internet search thing (I’d held off ‘cause I know this is such a hypochondriacal thing to do). The first words I read were “this is nothing to worry about”. Phew.
It seems that the main thing about getting older is that things don’t stay where they should do (hence the title of the blog entry). Last year it was the disc deciding to go for a bit of a wander. This week it’s bits of the inside of my eye thinking they’d be better off somewhere else. At least my hair and teeth are still intact.
What gets me is that no-one ever tells you these things. The confusion around the changes of puberty is well-documented, but the hitting the 40s thing seems to be very similar. Your body starts doing all this weird stuff, you panic, you finally tell someone, and the response is, “yeah of course, didn’t you know that happens”. Man, where’s the manual everyone else got, and why didn’t I get a copy?