Getting Old Sucks

As We Age

Whatever you do, don't ever get old. It sucks! Pills and aching bones and forgetfulness. Is there anything good about aging? So far I haven't found anything except for the fact I’m not six feet under.

No News Is Good News

The other day I received the results back from my bone density test. It said the results are similar to my results from two years ago. So, I thought oh well that’s good and went on with my day. I received a phone call from my doctor's nurse. She said, “The doctor thinks you are at a high risk for a fracture.” She wants you to go on medication for it. She told me the name and I asked her if that is the pill you take once weekly. She replied yes. Having taken the pill prior, I experienced side effects from it and was often bloated, sick and miserable. This pill has many side effects and none of them are good. Willing to try once again I took my first pill this morning. Laying down is a no-no for a half an hour. So finding something to do was immensely important. Since there is always something that needs to be done at the house, laundry and sweeping were my options. I completed both and the half hour I had to wait before I could eat flew by. Now this will be a weekly ritual on Tuesdays.  My day off from work. I didn’t want to chance taking it on a day I had to go into work, so Tuesdays it is.

Get A Job

Last night I received a text message from my bank saying there may have been a fraudulent charge on my debit card. I clicked on the link, (which was not a wise choice), they wanted my social security card number, and I knew immediately I had made a mistake. First thing in the morning I called my bank. I had to redo my username and password. She also informed me they do send texts with fraud possibilities but will never send a link to follow. Good to know, I wish I would have known it earlier. After spending half the day on the telephone, I am hoping it is all straightened out. I wish people would just get a job instead of trying to take my money. I’ve worked hard my entire life and shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like that. 

Is Sixty Magic

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Reaching the age of sixty seems to be a magic number; the magic is your body is not your own anymore. It has a mind of its own and acts on it. I don’t even want to think about seventy. If I make it that far. The jury is still out on that one. 

Test Results

Back to my bone density test. It seems as if I have osteoporosis in my lower lumbar region, my neck and I have arthritis in my left wrist. I am a complete mess. The nurse told me to keep running and exercising daily. It isn’t hard to get my miles in since walking Ernie for an hour kick starts my morning. Only to come home, feed both dogs, and head out the door to run for an hour. Before noon my exercising is done and accounted for. I’m not sure what else needs to be done to help myself meet my quota. I’m thinking that should be enough for one person on a daily basis. With winter coming my running will more than likely be less than an hour since I’ll be on the treadmill.

Enough about aging for today. Stay young people because getting old sucks.

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They say you are as young as you feel. Some days I believe that. Some I do not.

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Sidenote: Gary and I switched our tv provider from Direct Tv to You Tube Tv. When you are old that is not fun. Passwords and trying to figure out how to navigate the new provider is a sure enough way to get an instant headache and make you want to take a nap. Like I said getting old sucks.

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