Old Age

 When I retired, my brother, five years older than me, gave me a sign that said, “Old Age Ain’t For Sissies.”  As the years go by, I understand it more and more.

I read that the 50s are the new 30s and the 60s are the new 40s.  I’m guessing 83 is the new 84.  The 80s are just old.

Case in point--on Monday I had steroid injections in two trigger fingers and the thumb on my right hand (injections were painful, by the way).  The doctor told me that since I had steroid injections before, these were the last ones.  Surgery would be next.  I’ve already had joints surgically frozen on my hand and big toe.

The next day, I was at a surgery center to have squamous cell cancer removed.  It hurt like the blazes until the numbing injection took over.  The hole left by surgery is so large that a golf ball cut in half would fit perfectly in it.  But they got all of the cancer.

I have more issues that need work, but I’m holding off until next spring.  Maybe when I turn 85 years old next year, things will calm down.

Seasoned Man

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