A (painful) walk down tech's memory lane

I'm not old, but I'm getting older.

I know this because of technology.

Meanwhile, where do I even begin with the story?

Let's start with the time a few months ago, when I trip over a dog gate, go flying, and can't walk.

I've been hobbling around since then.

Seriously, I'm bent over like the old witch in Snow White. Plus, I have stringy gray hair and a big nose.

All I need is the carbuncle.

Oh, wait.

Never mind.

Check.

But not the point herein.

I hobble around for about three weeks, barely able to straighten up, much less sit or drive, and so I finally get my butt to an orthopedist, who takes an MRI and tells me that I have a labral tear in my hip.

At first I thought I heard him wrong.

I didn't think my labral was in my hip.

I got it mixed up with another body part, which should give you an idea of how good I was at sex.

Kind of not very.

But, honestly, who cares anyway?

I'm great at writing!

Anyway, it turns out that a labral tear is a tear in the ligament that's somewhere in your hip joint, and when I leave the doctor's office, he gives me a DVD of my MRI.

Like a party favor for the middle-aged.

I take it home, and the first thing I want to do is look at my MRI.

Which is when I realized I don't have a DVD player in any of my computers.

What?

I don't even know when that happened.

I seem to remember that I got new computers a year or so ago, because I like to have a nice big screen. And I don't mind spending the money, because all I do all day is stare at a computer, and the least I can do is have a nice one. But I never really noticed that they didn't have a slot for a DVD.

So I went over to my big TV, figuring that I could watch my MRI on TV, like a medical reality show, maybe one called Your Labral Isn't What You Think It Is. I managed to locate my DVD player underneath the TV, but it needed to be hooked up, since I am addicted to Netflix and haven't watched a real DVD in a long time. It took me a full hour of struggling to hook it up, and even then, I couldn't get it to work.

Which is when it struck me.

I am so ancient that I have lived through several stages of technology, like the Jurassic and Pleistocene Eras of dinosaurs.

I remember when there were VHS tapes because I still have them.

I remember when there were camcorders because I filmed Francesca when she was a baby, plus static scenes of my feet, with me saying, "Is this thing on or off?"

Now I have lived through DVDs, which sucks, because I have an entire set of operas in DVD that I was saving to watch in my retirement. By the time I retire, operas will be transported telepathically into your brain.

Plus, I paid to have those camcorder tapes of Francesca transferred onto DVDs, and now there's no such thing as DVD players.

So you're getting a fairly complete picture of what life is like as me, which I'm hoping is like life as you, too.

Who here remembers actual records?

I do.

Who remembers little 45s?

I do.

Who remembers cassette tapes?

I do.

How about trying to rewind them and having them unspool out of the slot like brown tinsel?

I know. Me too.

So there you have it. Many of us live a life measured in obsolete technological stages.

It's enough to make your hip hurt.

Look for Lisa and Francesca's new humor collection, "I've Got Sand in All the Wrong Places" and Lisa's novel "Damaged" in stores now.

Also look for Lisa's new domestic thriller, "One Perfect Lie," coming in April.

lisa@scottoline.com