On aging

My body is playing dirty. After I finally felt like eating solids again on Wednesday, a new plague showed its ugly face: skin allergies. Never in my short life -relatively speaking, of course. Don't make me go there - had I had any kind of allergies. This was awful; it was all over, and making my life miserable. Thank goodness is winter, and I could wear long-sleeved sweaters, or people would have freaked out by the look of my swollen limbs.

So, I wonder if I am like Job of old, being tried in every single aspect of my life, including what can only be defined as modern-day itchy leprosy. Or, maybe I'm just getting old, and not in a graceful way. Oh, please, let it be the first one!