I learned of a sad thing over the weekend. I’ve reached that age where one’s body can detect possible changes in the weather. It’s funny how a person’s body can react to such things, but it does. As I kid I would often hear my Grandpa grumble about sore legs or a sore back and boisterously say “feels like there’s going to be a change in the weather!” This is a trait that seems to have carried on to my Dad and now I’ve inherited it. Yaaaay, I say sarcastically.
Sunday morning I woke up with a headache and I knew it couldn’t have been from the glass and a half of wine I had with supper the night before. At least, I was hoping it wasn’t the wine because I’d be a little shocked that a glass and a half of wine could leave me with a four alarm hangover! No, this felt different; this felt like….a weather change!
As Sunday progressed the headache would come and go. It would feel better for a while and then the throbbing would come back. “Feels like a change in weather is coming,” I said echoing the words of my Grandfather and father. Then I stopped and thought “what the heck did I just say and what have I become?” Sure enough, Sunday afternoon Environment Canada issued a special weather statement for southern Saskatchewan indicating strong winds, blowing snow, and a drop in temperature. In other words, I’m developing pressure change headaches, which is not totally uncommon amongst people, at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
So, I’m THAT guy now. That guy who will now complain about how the weather is going to change based on my headaches. I expect within a few years that pain will migrate to the joints and the back and within a decade I’ll probably be yelling at kids to “GET OFF MY LAWN” or scaring away neighbourhood cats. Where’s the rest of the wine now?