I’ve always said that when a car requires expensive maintenance, it’s time to trade it in. The cost of maintenance on my body is outrageous. I don’t know why Aloma hasn’t traded me in.
It started during our visit with Mary in New Orleans. Everyone made fun of the constant high pitched squeal coming from my hearing aids. Aloma said the sound could be heard a block away, was annoying and embarrassing. Of course, I couldn’t hear it.
Even though my son-in-law’s brother sold me his best hearing aids at cost, they were still expensive (I admit they’re great compared to my other hearing aids).
My eye doctor said my cataracts were growing and she couldn’t correct my vision to 20-20 with glasses. I put her off, but then had trouble with the lights at one of the grandson’s soccer games. Driving at night became a problem. I scheduled an appointment with the doctor and had surgery last week. I can already see much better with the new eye.
Two weeks ago, a toothache became bothersome. I put off going to the dentist hoping it would clear up by itself. Of course, it didn’t. My dentist diagnosed it as a cracked wisdom tooth and recommended a dental surgeon to remove it. Last Thursday was the dreaded day. I was shaking in my sneakers.
The removal wasn’t pleasant but not as painful as I had imagined. Recovery has been a pleasant surprise so far. The horror stories I had heard prepared me for a week of drugged bedrest with nothing to eat but soup. With four heavy-duty pills and then advil, I’m now four days out and doing very well, including eating solid food.
Finally, my index finger on my right hand has arthritis and has been so painful it keeps me awake at night. Again, I delayed going to the doctor for a steroid shot that, in the past, has taken care of the pain for over eight months. I finally scheduled the injection for tomorrow.
Aloma insists she’s not trading me in - I don’t know why.
Seasoned Man
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