Happy Birthday! Up until age 40, I made it through all of my hell raising without a broken bone or an operation of any kind. Got inducted into both of those clubs several times in my 40th year. :lol:
On the bright side, I got it all out of the way that one year...and since my wife is an E.R. nurse, I got to have some unexpected extra time with her during the day on several occasions.
Now at 56, I don't remember things, I am rounder than I've ever been, and if I bend over, the glare that shoots between the few hairs on the top of my head is blinding to those around me.
I have found that with age, I don't take much crap off of people anymore, and I feel like I have earned my few vices: good whiskey, good wine, and my pipes.
Looks like you've got the years by the horns. Dig those spurs in, and keep riding! Again, blessings on this day for you.