Growing Old Isn't For Pussies
Whenever I meet someone in the age range of 50-70, the topic inevitably turns to health. Almost everyone in this group has something going on...and we don't shy away from telling you about it.
A few years ago I had this conversation with a friend and his comment was
"Growing old isn't for pussies."
Parkinson's, MS, ALS, Cancer, Diabetes, Heart Problems. Sometimes a combination of those. SHIT!!!
Then there's knee replacements, hip replacements, shoulder replacements. Sigh! We need to smoke joints to make our bodies joints feel better.
Sadly, I know at least one person with each of the ailments I mentioned. And if you're lucky enough to not have any of this crap, most likely your spouse or partner does...and you get to be the caretaker. Lovely!
Yet we know it could be worse. At least we're here.
Remember the days when we could count our late contemporaries on one hand? It's four hands now...maybe more.
Well now that I've bummed you out, and myself, what can we do about this?
Honestly, I don't really know. I can give you the company line about being active, eating right, keeping a positive attitude and the rest of that bullshit but sometimes it's not enough and sometimes it just doesn't work. Sometimes life is going to wear you down and beat you up emotionally. I guess the trick is not to dwell on this or to let it linger too long...I guess.
But yanno....this year I've seen a primary physician, neurologist, surgeon, oncologist, therapist and a dermatologist. Damn!
I guess this is either one of those times where it all got to me or I really am a pussy.
Hmmm...if it's the latter, maybe I'll be adding a gynecologist to that list.
I guess after writing this I really am not done with therapy. How do you know when you're done?
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