…Since I last wrote
But I’m catching up now, after spending 6 days in hospital. 3 nights in the Emergency Department because there were no open beds on any of the medical floors, and then 3 nights in my own room.
Now that I’m home I’m looking forward to getting some actual rest. Being woken up every 4 hours to have my vitals checked and blood drawn is not conducive to a restful, healing sleep.
Then again, here at home I sometimes need to get the cat off my blanket in the middle of the night so I don’t freeze.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Two weeks ago we were sweltering in 90+ heat, and last night it was 53. And today is supposed to hit 88. Rochester has weird weather in the early autumn.
I guess I’m finally Officially Old. Every single member of my medical team was at least 20 years younger than me. And now I’m getting home visits from a nurse and a physical therapist.
Getting old: it ain’t for sissies!
Still, however uncomfortable it may be, it still beats the hell out of the alternative. I have a grandson I’m hoping to see marry and perhaps raise a family. I have two others I want to be around when they graduate high school. So I do the exercises and watch my diet and do whatever I need to do to “age with grace.”
Whatever the hell that means. Dylan Thomas was right: I am definitely not going gentle into that good night.
Thought for the day:
And that, dear reader, sums up my attitude toward old age…
…and other assorted assholes.
But Life Goes On
As it tends to do. And it reminds me of a little tune Mason Williams wrote and which the Smothers Brothers recorded many, many years ago:
Isn’t life beautiful?
Isn’t life gay?
Isn’t life the perfect thing
To pass the time away!
And so, dear reader, I also go on.
