I love taking walks around the neighborhood with my next-door neighbor. We stroll around and talk about just about everything in life from religion, family, politics to movies and recipes-everything! Well, a couple weeks ago we took off walking when she turned suddenly to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Jodie, you’re hip,” Steph said.
I was knocked out by her kindness for minute, thinking how nice it was for her to notice how “with it” I am. I didn’t think I was that into what’s cool nowadays, but maybe I was more up-to-date than I realized. I was planning some return compliment about how great she was when I realized she’d actually said, “Jodie, your hip.” As in, “It is popping so loud. Can’t you hear it?”
Susan is always telling me on walks that my hip pops, but I can’t hear it from the outside of my ears, but I can feel it on the inside of my body sort of in my eardrums. It’s weird because I don’t even notice it and it sounds so loud to other people, but I am used to it and it never bothers me. Until today. I went to Indian Fort and was creaking and groaning around going up the hill and then I knew. There IS something wrong with my hip. It hurts.
Is this the new forty that’s always being talked about? I think people are trying to tell me how in-the-know I am, but they’re really telling me that I sound like firecrackers when I take a step? What was the old forty? Maybe I will discuss it with Stephanie on our next walk if she can hear me over the sound of my hip.