So, I'm turning 40 this year, and overall, I'm good with that. To me, 40 is an achievement. I've earned 40. It's a number I'll wear with pride.
I'm not thrilled that my night vision isn't the same as it used to be, and I'm more than a little annoyed at the adults who lied to me at 15 when they said acne was just a teenager thing. But overall, even the little health changes like these aren't a big issue. I'm almost 40, and it's pretty fabulous.
The one thing that does seem to be an actual problem, however, is my allergies. As a child, I had lots of allergies. My poor mom was a parent pre-EpiPens, so she learned to carry (and force me to take) Benadryl at the first sign of a reaction. She dutifully suffered through holding me down for the allergist's scratch tests. She dragged me to the pediatrician every. single. week. for my allergy shots. She dealt with it, and so did I. I'm pretty sure, looking back, that it was worse for her than it was for me, as I was no picnic when it came to doctors and shots. Side note: call Mom more often.Read More