Growing Old Ain’t For Sissies


Earlier my beautiful bride drove me to my doctor’s appointment in Charleston. Of course, I had to correct her driving every other mile. I can promise you I don’t make a great passenger. Regardless, it’s simply what’s best for my health at this time. I wish someone would have warned me that my wife would be driving me around in my early forties. 

To make me feel even older I’ve discovered that using a cane really does help me a lot if I’m walking or on my feet any length of time. So, now I’m walking around like I’ve escaped from the senior center. All kidding aside, I’m looking for a cane that looks cool. After asking my wife’s opinion she made it very clear that there are no cool or younger canes. She said, “unless I can find something camouflage.” So, enough about that.

As I looked throughout my pain specialist’s office it was clear that everyone in the waiting room had me by over 20 years each. Even still I was the only one in there with an inflatable cushion behind my back. Finally, they called my name back and I left my pillow with my senior short bus driver. 

While in the back my doctor let me know that I could only get four steroid shots per year. Then, we talked about the breakouts on my hands and feet. The fact my legs have been so weak lately and I’ve not been sleeping great. Then, all my doctor says is “I’m afraid that sore lower back is going to be with you for a long time.” Gee, thanks for the optimism. Finally, it was time for my wife to drive me back to my assisted living headquarters. I mean back home where I belong and will soak the rest of the evening in the tub. So, how was your day?

“I will be your God throughout your lifetime–until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” (Isaiah 46:4)

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