Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for July 14, 2023

His eyeballs will pop out!

He’s just older than dirt, Janis. You’ll understand in a few short years… ;-)

Once again JJ has proven just how very well he knows us. Like Janis, my wife is familiar with my daily physical challenges. She senses immediately when anything I do takes the least more effort. And like Arlo, I pretend I’m the same as ever.

“When the breathing stops.”

Thought I was still 29 for the 40th time when sciatica struck last fall, three rounds of it now. I am beginning to feel my age.

He got up, didn’t he? When he doesn’t or can’t get up, He’s not OK.

Asking seems to work. The answering is the problem.

Right there with you Arlo!! I see my Dr. 3-4 times a year, ever since I “became” diabetic back about 2008. Follow his directions explicitly.

When my back is like that I do a great John Wayne walk impersonation.

My wife askes me that everytime I get up from the couch.

Ouch, man, I’m there.

As you age, all those old injuries (that you didn’t seem concerned about at the time) come back to haunt you, good Ole Athur.

We are not OK when we aren’t sore in the morning.

I feel like y’all are making fun of me now. This getting old “chit” ain’t easy.

sucks when you need to get up after a hard day of doing stuff. :J

Males will never admit it when they are not 100%. It is that macho male image they think they have to uphold.

If I’m walking and breathing everything is fine…

I don’t know which groans louder when I get up. My spine or my chair.

I go deadly quiet. Not a word or a groan as I’m fighting very hard not to throw up from the pain.

Reminds me of Nick Nolte getting out of bed in “North Dallas Forty.”

I now make karate movie noises to cover up the groans that accompany the four or five major failure pains.

Try it! It makes it easier for me! Channel Toshiro Mifune when your hip cries out.

Well, you could, you know… ask… ☺

At our age, we can’t complain about everything the hurts. There aren’t enough hours in the day.

When he clutches his chest and collapses he’s probably not okay

When he can’t get out of the chair, Janis.

At a family gathering I made the statement that I don’t feel much different than I did 30 years ago. My brother-in-law replied that I make a whole lot more noise than I did when I get up or sit down.

He’s a guy… if there’s something really wrong, you won’t hear about it until it’s too late.

I usually respond “no worse than usual”

Sometimes gravity just stinks!

“I’m glad you’re fine. I’ll be getting an MD degree. You’re on your own. See you in 8 years.”

Arlo and I are like those old ‘30’s and ‘40’s single lung farm tractors. We gasp, pop, snort, wheeze, grind, rumble before we get into rhythm and start running (figuratively) properly. Then we do the work of the day, and when we finish we sit down and make another bunch of relaxation and cooling off noises, which in my case includes snoring.

If my husband needs help getting out of a chair or off the bed, he calls me!

Well, to be fair, he did just get up off a couch. Of course that kind of exertion is going to merit some noisemaking… (Yes, I’m getting to be “of a certain age” too…)

Entropy sucks

There’s an oof and an ug. When it gets to become a scream, that’s a not okay…..

This one hit too close for comfort. Sad to say, I did laugh out loud on this one.

Funny; Arlo doesn’t LOOK seventy!

I do not have a problem, bending over to pick up limbs and sticks from the yard. It’s the standing back up part that gets me!

I’m very vocal when it comes to this, after about 35 years of handling high end appliances(warehousing and delivery) I feel like that football player who retires and says he just can’t take the punishment anymore. I’m proud of my work, It’s a great job, I work for my best buddies, what’s not to love about that? It’s just time to move on…

With all the squeaking and creaking when I get up in the morning, I feel like the Tin Man. “Oil can, oil can”.

Clearly, Arlo and Janis have not yet watched The Bear