Getting older

I have always heard that as you age, your body doesn't work like it did as a youth. Basically the standard things, more aches and pains, injuries occur more frequently (and are more impactful in everyday life), longer recovery time from injuries, can't hear, can't see, not as flexible, memory begins to fail, ...
I am not that old (just 28 by the calendar, 22 in my mind, but my body says ???), but my approach to sports leads to many mornings that I am too stiff to want to get out of bed. But if sore muscles were the worst of this getting older stuff, I would have no issue with it. I would trade some years of wisdom for a little soreness. But all I get is the soreness, without the increased wisdom. Bummer.
Also, I sit and look at a computer every day. I know this is going to have an effect on my eyes after a while. I went to see an eye doctor when I was younger, and he told me I was color-blind. What did he know, I can see all colors! I just get them confused from time to time. People tell me that I should probably go have my eyes checked as a preventive measure. But, if I don't go to the eye doctor, he is not going to be able to tell me I can't see. Now this approach seems to me to be the best preventive measure.
And hearing, I think other people have more to be concerned about than whether or not I hear what they are saying. After all, I can smile and nod with the best.
But the real reason for this topic today. I am beginning to wonder if my memory is failing. Last week my foot was hurting a little when I went to bed, but I didn't think anything of it, until the next morning when I woke up and my toe is red, swollen, and stiff. Jammed? Smashed? Broke? So I think back on the events of the previous day to determine how serious my newest injury may be. I have been thinking about it for days now, still can't remember kicking anything, dropping something on my toe, or doing anything really stupid that would have caused my toe to grow. After several days of trying to remember the incident to determine severity of the injury, I have decided the toe is broken. Not because I remembered what I did (because that memory has yet to be discovered in the depths of my mind), but because it still hurts, is still swollen, and is now even more colorful. Springtime is supposed to be the time for flowers to bloom, I guess my toe got confused and thought it was a flower. It happens!