Sent to me because I have a wee break in the narrow bone (fibula) in my lower leg.
Might fit your present situation. Chimo....
If my body was a car...
This is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer
model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as
sleek as a little MG; now they look more like my mother's old Buick. My
seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Tim Horton's opened a shop in my
Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes.
Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places
and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored life
experiences against depreciation? My headlights are out of focus and
it's especially hard to see things up close.
My reaction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid
and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to
reach my maximum speed.
I'm burning fuel at an inefficient rate.
But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze or cough, my
radiator seems to leak and sometimes my tail pipe sounds off.