Getting old sucks.
It's like something is hurting all the time... and even a minor activity can be recipe for disaster if something strange happens. I try to just take it in stride and be careful with myself... but shit can still happen from time to time, so I end up reaching for the Ibuprofen so I can deal. Yesterday as I was pulling the bottle out of the cabinet, my inner voice was all "Little! Yellow! Different! from those Nuprin commercials in the 1980's. It was just Ibuprofen, so I don't know what was "different" about it, but those commercials are still burned into my brain somehow...
I thought Ibuprofen had been around forever, but maybe it hasn't been? I suppose it's possible that Ibuprofen wasn't over-the-counter until the 1980's, so it truly was different at the time? Who knows. I'm too lazy to Google that shit.
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old is right, though when i saw the title i couldn’t help of think of little.yellow.different the blogger. i can’t remember if you and he were blog friends. i just fell on the sidewalk during a run, so now i’m going to reach for the nuprin myself, although mine apparently goes by the pharmaceutical name of vodka.
Alcohol is always the miracle cure! Except for alcoholism, I’m guessing.