41 is a little young for osteoarthritis, even the very minor case of it I am confronted with. It weirded me out for a couple of days, and also precipitated this conversation between me and my wife:
Me: So now my hip is always going to hurt just a little bit.
Wife: Poor baby.
Me: I’m a little depressed about this. I think I’ll have my mid-life crisis now.
Wife: You do that.
Me: So you don’t mind if I have an ill-advised fling with a 23-year-old.
Wife: Good luck with that.
