I want to take this opportunity to say that all this "golden years" stuff is a crock. I'm only 65 and I've got multiple myeloma; degraded hips that make it hard to walk; diabetes (almost); peripheral neuropathy; possibly prostate cancer;¹ moderate chronic depression; and now a very painful hemorrhoid.² Plus high blood pressure and high cholesterol, but that almost goes without saying.
ffs, this is ridiculous. I'd like to speak with the manager, please.
¹But probably not. It's just a high PSA result so far.
²I think. Whatever it is, it's in my rectum and hurts like hell.
You better get it while you can (Steve Goodman)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ9NrEHSxK8
I would suggest um *delaying the discussion with manager for as long as possible.
+1
Stop whining and start paying it forward. Nutritionist first stop, Internist next stop, Orthopedic joint repair next stop, daily physical activity next stop. See, wasn't that easy. And yes, it's ok to have a love hate relationship with your physical therapist - just make sure you are trying to be her success story.
Agreed. Sometimes we need to pay people to help us change our health for the better. If you have the money, there is no better dollar spent.
"Intelligent Design"
Planned Obsolescence?-)
BTW I don't know where you are in your hip journey, but they have the surgery down - phenomenal.
I guess I'm atypical.
I'm getting into my 70s, but things were worse when I was younger. I always had a cough and fever during when I was a kid. My skin was always irritated and often raw. My muscles always hurt. I was always too hot or too cold, sometimes both. The doctors at my parent's HMO were useless.
My 20s through 40s were all about injuries as I tried to get myself in shape. Running shoes back then had no cushioning, so running on pavement meant pain was the price of improved cardio. Oh yeah, and inflammation and auto-immune problems.
My 50s and 60s were improving. If nothing else, doctors were better at treating things and modern running shoes now have a protective layer to absorb shock. (Someone probably won the Noble Prize for coming up with this.) I'm in my 70s now, and some stuff is worse, but I feel like I've finally gotten the system shaken down a bit so things work properly.
I have no illusions. I expect to drop dead soon enough and to be in pretty crappy shape when I do so.
I’m sorry about your health issues, especially moderate depression. You, I and Barbie are the same age, and I’m sad to say she’s got better legs than me now — perhaps you too. The hussy.
I agree that aging bites. I have my own series of maladies.
Your request to speak with the manager makes me think of Douglas Adams’ novel Life, the Universe, and Everything. The protagonists go in search of God's final message to his creation. It is written in thirty-foot high letters of fire on top of the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains in the land of Sevorbeupstry on planet Preliumtarn, third out from the sun Zarss in Galactic Sector QQ7 ActiveJ Gamma and guarded by the Lajestic Vantrashell of Lob.
When they arrive, God’s final message is: “We apologize for the inconvenience.”
I feel you, bro…🌻