No lower back pain these days much ever at all.

It’s all upper back pain and shin pain these days.

Upper back pain’s for pussies.

You want back pain, lower’s where the strong stuff is. Carrying more weight on it.

Shin pain, sharp and brutal, but at least it’s not hip pain.

Best I’ve had though, detatched muscle on the side of my torso. Every breath in, every breath out, like a breadknife being pushed in to, and pulled out of, my side. For months/years. That was my 20s. Still flares up every once in a while.

If only what-ails-us were as simple as to go by age. Then I’d have been spared winning a comorbidity jackpot of over a dozen autoimmune conditions and more.

Ones existence being what it is, is the existence one knows, and so it’s the norm, even if it seems to suck to others… No, but yeah, it does suck. Sucks being in this, one of the biggest minorities, the only one anyone can join at any time, like it or not, and probably not, … Sucks having people stop you in the street asking if you’re alright when you’re just hobbling along like your normal but they think you’ve just been stabbed. Sucks having stories of one ailment accidentally bring people to tears, and then think best not tell of the ten worse ailments.

No matter what condition you’re in, live life to the full. It’s too easy to squander the sunshine. Seize the moment. Find exuberant joy in everything you do, and do everything joyous, joyously.

Promise me…

*cough cough*

Promise me you’ll do this, no matter age nor ails, build no fodder for regretting having not done, by simply doing. Living. Appreciate that you can. Grant me this dying wish. Promise me you’ll live. Live. Live!

I mean… It’s not that bad. I’m not dying, soon, afaik. But still, like the OP says, live these decades correctly. Have fun.

(Like I did, writing this… Oh look, I am doing 40s correctly after all! Yay!)