You Know You're Getting Old When....



















    There are certain things in life that are indicators that perhaps you've entered the "golden years". One is when you have a cupboard specifically designated for holding all of your medicines. I'm not talking about the medicine cabinet in the bathroom where the tweezers, band-aids and Neosporin are located. I'm talking about all the pills you need just to keep life at some semblance of normal. Things like blood pressure meds, prostate pills, thyroid medicine, calcium supplements, Vitamin D tablets and assorted and sundry other things. The container  that separates all of my pills into daily doses is so full that I can hardly close the lid anymore. Between my wife and I, we could probably open a pharmacy. We have pills, ointments and creams for everything from hemorrhoids to shingles; high blood pressure to Padget's disease. Holy cats! When we order our medicine from Juneau it comes in a bag the size of a small suitcase. One of the other more common issues that we of the older generation faces, is the inability to see very well without the aid of glasses. I'm fortunate in that I can still see without them for  things at a distance. The last time I had my eyes checked they were 20/15. Pretty good for an old guy. However, for reading and work that requires a little closer inspection,  I have to have glasses to see. This past Friday my oldest granddaughter got married- a sure sign that you're getting on in years, unless of course you were married when you were seven. Anyway, in all the rush to get ready for the wedding, or perhaps it was because the tie I was wearing was choking off blood to my brain, I forgot to grab a pair of glasses to take with me. I did remember the camera, but without any specs, I couldn't see the settings on the dial. Consequently, some of the pictures I took came out rather blurry. Otherwise I would have included more in this post. As further proof that I'm on the back side of life, my oldest son, Ben and his wife just had a baby. That makes eleven grand kids- I think. It's hard to keep up with them all. We'll have to get one of those reverse mortgages just to send a little cash for all the birthdays. I guess we'll never be able to retire. Oh well.

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  1. JillJuly 20, 2015 at 8:01 AM

    Well, at least you haven't lost your sense of humor....I'm just grateful there are pills and procedures available to help us with some of these pesky health problems. Looks like the wedding was lovely.

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  2. tbbottsJuly 20, 2015 at 7:34 PM

    I was thinking about that when I was going through the problems with the prostate. A hundred years ago, what did they do? Did you just die or what? It was a very nice wedding. I'm not a big fan of weddings or funerals, but it started on time, there was some good food and to the best of my knowledge, everyone behaved themselves. I'm just not in any rush to go to another wedding any time soon.

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