psuper

I have been getting older for years now.  It has been fun.  My seasoning has brought me prudence, wisdom, caution when necessary, a desire to look for and understand the “long view”, much less worrying about what others think, inherent dignity of every person, much less politically correct or stifled, more self-awareness, and a few body enhancements, with two new hips that have given me a distinct advantage on the tennis court.  
I got old around my 69th birthday…..when I turned 69 I turned old.  All within a month, the following occurred: I was diagnosed with A-fib and needed two new daily drugs….and I needed to stop drinking alcohol, caffeine, and eating chocolate.  I needed to get a sleep-study test to eliminate as best as possible any sleep apnea…..here comes the CPAP machine.  I was advised to get a biopsy of my prostate to compliment a slightly fuzzy MRI result.  I showered one day to find I had a hernia.  I now wear a hernia truss to keep my insides inside.  I learned that if I schedule things right, I can have the hernia surgery at the same time as any possible prostate surgery if my biopsy finds anything.  No discount, but saves a bit of time I guess.  I woke one day to find I had a wort, right there, out of the blue, I fricken wort.  Who gets worts any more?  I go to the dermatologist every 6 months now.  I am guaranteed to have to freeze, scrape and burn a few things off each visit.  Oh, and my wife has been telling me for months, but I never heard her or wanted to believe her, after two hip replacements, I am now pigeon toed.  Who becomes pigeon toed when they are old?  And, on the way to the sleep-study at 9:00 PM I realized that I don’t particularly care to drive at night any longer.  Things are just not as clear as they used to be.  Oh, and as I type this on my laptop with eye glasses on that I never had to wear before in order to see the screen clearly.  
What the hell happened?  Did my warranty run out? 
I know getting older gracefully is the right tune to be humming.  However, if I hear once more that it “beats the alternative” I may create someone’s alternative right then and there.  Better than pushing up daisies, my ass. 
I liked getting older.  I hate being old. 

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