... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Last night we had dinner with an old friend who has been undergoing chemotherapy for an invasive medical condition. He's doing OK and the treatment is working but there are side effects.
During dinner our conversation turned to aging and health. We swapped stories about our own ailments and how many, well all really, of our friends and associates are experiencing aches, pains, ailments and worse. Getting old sucks.
The Old Girl said that over the next year she will be considering another hip replacement and cataract surgery.
I've had the cataract and lens replacement surgery myself but fortunately my hips and knees are functional. It's my ticker that's the problem with me. AF - atrial fibrillation, a heart condition characterised by an irregular and often rapid heartbeat. I have been hospitalised because of this and take daily medication to try to keep it in check. Exercise is also helpful.
It is what it is though and we all have to make the best of what we've got. 'Dealt' if you believe in fate or 'blessed with' if you believe in Robert's god. On that point, what sort of useless or mean god designed us to crap out after only 70 or 80 years? It must be like those bastard manufacturing companies who have planned obsolescence in their products so that consumers are forced into early replacement
