Kenny Baker Quotes

I'm 41 now and the right knee has got a bit of a twinge in it. I get about the stage a little less now.

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I've had a lot of physical problems.

I sometimes lament the fact that I do not have the benefit of a complete and ailment free body structure.

I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.

As a child I had terrible asthma.

Quite often, while I'm getting up in the morning, I think my warranty is running out on these body parts because it's not working quite the way it used to.

I was always the sniffly kid with bags under my eyes.

I think many people with a chronic illness would prefer not to have their chronic illness, simply because it's high maintenance.

My illness is excruciating and difficult to cope with. It takes over your entire life and causes more suffering than I can describe.

At 49, I find it a little bit difficult to run these days. I've got grade four tears in both Achilles, shin splints, I got no cartilage the toes in my right foot, I've got bone marrow edemas under both knees, I've got one degenerating hip - that's the problem you get.

I feel my knees changing - like, why do I have this pain when I'm running on the treadmill? What's going on with my lower back when I wake up in the morning? I just feel changes. And I'm definitely fearful in a very vain manner about my body ageing.

I can't dance anymore. Total knee replacements. I can't do anything anymore.

I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

I talk fast because I'm asthmatic, and I'm desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.

There's not enough talked about in terms of growing older. You start to lose your body.

My body is not supportive of my career. My body has other plans for me. My body's plan is to slowly rot from the inside. By the time I'm ready to have kids, it's not going to be viable to do that.

As a lad I missed five months of sporting activity to OSD. It used to wake me up at night with pain in my knees.

Nothing hits harder than that: nothing more frustrating than your body giving up on you before your heart does.

My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.

When I retired, I stopped playing because of my body, so much pain and injuries.

You don't have niggles when you're 20. But as you get older you start to feel it.

The life of any chronically ill person becomes extremely isolating.

I'm that person at school who always had a cold and an eye patch and asthma.

I was too big to even contemplate exercise. I had to use a walking stick and a wheelchair to get around.

My health is so often impaired that I begin to be as weary of it as mending old lace; when it is patched in one place, it breaks out in another.