I try to make my blogs humorous, informative or interesting. However, ‘real life’ sometimes gets in the way. Such is the case in this instance.
Watching the national news on television is like watching a horror movie. If the earthquakes, floods and mass shootings aren’t enough, we wake up each morning only to find out that another committee has been formed in Congress to investigate one or more of our elected officials for inappropriate conduct. Continue reading
When I was much younger, there was a phrase which stated, “Only two things are inevitable – death and taxes”. While I do know that there have been some people who have been able to cheat on paying their taxes, I know of no one who has ever been able to cheat Father Time. Yes, death is inevitable but I now believe that there is also one other thing that can be added to that short list of guarantees – PAIN. If one is fortunate enough to live to a ripe old age, then he or she will undoubtedly suffer pain, whether it be emotional or physical. Time may dilute emotional pains but the physical ones never seem to become extinct. Age seems to attract arthritis or neuropathy or sciatica or any number of other painful diseases. When I asked my doctor if there was any known cure for any of those sicknesses, his answer was plain and simple. He said, “As of today, there is no known cure – only treatment”. Maybe medical science might find a CURE one day in the future but right now, the pharmaceutical companies hold all the cards. How’s that for a kick in the head? Continue reading
When you become a senior citizen and decide to move to Florida (that’s the law) to spend your retirement years, one thing is inevitable and that is that your calendar will now have ‘doctors visits’ scheduled on it throughout. It may be for a medical reason, a physical reason, a regularly scheduled checkup or for something that has sprung up down here like a plague – the ‘Pain Management’ doctor. You wake up in the morning and try to think of pretty flowers, butterflies and sunshine but your first few steps toward the bathroom makes you realize your true age and why you are in Florida. After your bathroom visit, you rush (who are you kidding?) to the medicine cabinet to look for your pain medication. Panic sets in when you realize that you only have one or two pills left and you start to look for your calendar to pencil in a call to the doctor so that he can renew the prescription. One such visit to a doctor happened to me lately. Continue reading
I usually try to write my blogs based on personal experiences. However, once in awhile I read something that happened to someone else but could very well be a personal experience of mine too so I thought I’d share it. If I am accused of plagiarism, I plead “guilty”.
People who live at our assisted living center have small apartments but we all eat in a central dining room. One morning, one of the residents didn’t show up for breakfast so I went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if everything was okay. I could hear him through the door and he said that he was running late and would be down shortly, so I went back to the dining area. Continue reading
When I was a teenager, my family had a doctor who was known to us as ‘The Family Doctor’. I guess that his medical title was a ‘G.P.’ He didn’t seem to have any particular specialty in medicine and he was the doctor that my mother called for every illness that the family had. The best part of it was that, when we needed him to, he came to the house. Anyone remember ‘House calls?’ My, how times have changed. If you were to call a doctor’s office today and ask the nurse “When can the doctor come over?” she will either tell you to call 911 or she will give you the number of the psychiatric division of the local hospital so that you can call them for treatment. Continue reading
When I was much younger, in my early 20’s, it was very easy for me to make new friends. Whether it was my neighbors, parents of my children’s friends, business associates or just my wife’s childhood friends, being a sociable person myself, I just had plenty of friends to choose from. As I’ve gotten older, especially at the latter stages of my life, I’ve found that I’ve become a bit more selective in choosing friends. Such was the case when I first met Jerry Stone. He became a resident here at my senior facility and was introduced to me at our dinner table. He was from Paterson, New Jersey, he liked sports, (he was a big Yankee fan) and thought that most politicians were crooks, so what more did I need in order to like him? We hit it off right away. Continue reading
Here in the senior facility where I live, there are approximately 150 residents, about 30 of whom are male. On the main floor, outside the dining room area, we have a public restroom for our residents. The male and female restrooms are opposite each other when you approach them, with the men’s room on the left and the ladies room on the right. After all, the ladies are always right. Of course, I only use the men’s room. Now, here is my gripe. Continue reading