Thursday Thoughts...On Being “Of a Certain Age.”
The other day I had my annual wellness exam. Now for those of you who are not yet 65, on Medicare, and have had the pleasure of one of these, let me share with you a bit of how you feel when you leave.
Your feeling runs between “Gee...I’m in darn good health for someone my age”
“Good grief, do they think anyone over a certain age is a walking (barely) old person, on their way towards alcoholism and incompetency?”
Yes, I understand that many of the questions are necessary due to a portion of the population that need special assistance after a certain age, and yes, I understand that alcohol or rather the excessive use of it is serious...at any age.
The “Do you need assistance dressing?” questions that make me walk away thinking...Is this what I have to look forward to?
That’s not all...I thought I’d broken the EKG machine!
The lovely nurses had to place and reposition the leads several times. The machine kept telling them that there was one lead that wasn’t reading.
All sorts of thoughts raced through my head as they tried to figure out what was wrong. My ticker wasn't ticking?
I'd been accused by some of not having a heart...could that be why I broke the EKG machine?
Finally, I offered this answer that perhaps I’d been in the room one too many times while Larry was watching The Walking Dead. (Hear that Liz and Bill Spear ?!)
Alas, the lead was fixed and the little blips began to appear. All is well.
One more thing...Why do news reports always have to say "elderly woman/man" when someone is injured or involved in an incident?
If something ever happens to me and the press needs to report it, please do not say…
“Elderly woman (67) was mugged.”
Just let them know that a woman was mugged, and she got up and beat the s__t out of the mugger.