It's official, I'm old.

Why do I say this? It's not the gray hair (that seems to have disappeared).  It's not the fact that i've found myself using the phrase "God damn kids today..."

No, It's the giant swollen thumb joint on my right hand.   Right where the thumb meets the hand, the outer side of the joint is about 3 times the size it should be.  It's red, and I really can't bend my thumb, let alone hold anything like a pen, hairbrush, or eyeliner pencil.  Even putting deodorant on this morning and hooking my bra were a challenge.  I managed to spill half my cereal, spoonful by spoonful.  I'm just not a left handed person.

Typing is ok...EXCEPT the damn space bar. wordwordword SPACE OWWWWWWWWWW

Right after I turned 30, this same joint ached for about a month, I was bitching about the arthritis setting in because of the big 3-0.  That time it went away on it's own, but wasn't nearly this bad.

Last night I had the urge to punch my poor kitten Cami in the head after she jumped on it.  I slept with an ice pack on the table next to the bed, and my hand resting on it.  Wiping my ass is even a chore, and some thing I'm just not coordinated enought o do left handed.  ok, most things.

Can someone help me get my pants zipped?  the damn zipper is on the right, and the thumb just won't hang on.