Old age happens if things go as planned. Inside, I feel like the Bill I always have, but the case is starting to wear out. I get together with my buddy Dan, and we always devote some time to catching up with our health care issues. I went to the Orthopod this week, got a cortisone shot in my left knee (the other knee is Titanium). Didn’t do much good.
Every time Dan plays pickleball (I know, just look it up.), he limps. He has a bad ticker, I have a bad brain. I spend time at the VA audiology clinic dealing with hearing aids. I saw the ENT specialist there about my balance problem that may be from damage to the vestibular nerve that was damaged from the loud noises responsible for my hearing loss.
I itch. For most of my life I was allergy free. No more. There is always something setting my eczema off along with the stuffy nose. I have almost no sense of smell left. Springtime is wonderful except for the pollen. Fall is wonderful except for the pollen.
I ache. The knee, my wrist, both shoulders, and my back. I think all this is a sign of old age. Most of the time all these symptoms don’t interfere with my life. I just soldier along not letting all the stuff get to me. After all, it is just pain and will change tomorrow. I can usually let it all go. Yesterday, however, my knee hurt when it was straight. It also hurt when it was bent. Today it just barely hurts.
The trick for me is to not let the pain go to suffering. After all, we can’t do much about the pain, but suffering about it is a choice. All this stuff is a reminder about death. It’s clear by no that I am in the last third of my life, sitting in a coffee shop full of people in the first third of their lives.
The good thing about getting older is that I know a lot of stuff. I like thinking and writing about all that stuff. For example, I am about to make you yawn as you read about the Golden Fault. There is something for you to look forward to. In the meantime, health issues.
Carol has a chronic illness that limits her life, but the last year has been a bad one. Late last spring she had cataract surgery that went bad. The little sac the lens lives in tore, so the new lens had to go between her iris and cornea. She got a little hole poked in her iris to let fluid move around. The hole is too big, letting in too much light where it doesn’t belong, leading to lots of vision problems.
She also had five stitches in her cornea, which meant pain for weeks. Now, with a new Ophthalmologist, she is wearing a tinted contact lens to confirm the hole in her iris is too large. The lens works, but she is not a contact lens candidate. More discomfort. The next step is a minor surgical! procedure to make the hole smaller.
In the middle of all this, with all the multiple visits to eye doctors, she had hemorrhoid surgery. It was her last resort and believe me, it should be a last resort. Pain, lots of it, and a major restriction on activity. What a year.
But, through it all, life is good. We have fun, cooking, snuggling, reading aloud, gardening, fixing the garage where I drove into it (I am always on her case about her driving.). And, we are watching NCIS from the first season on. There is something about murder mysteries that pulls us, and the character development is as good as it was in Seinfeld. We still call Mark Harmon Dickie, from a role he had as a detective years ago. The name seems to fit him.
Aging, health issues, losing old friends, all this comes when you are in your seventies, but life goes,on, and we are wise and skilled at enjoying life. In addition, we just found out that Carol’s sister, diagnosed with stage four cancer, is now cancer free after an ordeal with treatment. She had multiple tumors, and they are gone.