Appointments

I’ve had so many doctor appointments lately, I’m not certain which visit to list first.

I had an MRI and found nothing but a protruding disc, arthritis in my lower back, and it was mentioned that I’m old. I will see orthopedic doctor perhaps next week to learn what age has to do with all of that.

I saw eye doctor, and she said to wash my eyes lids, while attributing this ‘cakey eyes’condition to my long history of living.

The hearing aid guy increased the volume on my hearing aids, noting that being old often causes hearing loss. He also made it possible for me to listen to music and talk on the phone through my hearing aids. It’s nice to know I’m young enough to enjoy technology, but too old to understand how it works.

I saw regular doctor, and she ordered a drug that costs $325 for my leaking bladder and explained I am old. I responded I may be old, but I don’t need to spend $325/month on meds: a month of Depends is much cheaper than that.

I got an antibiotic for diarrhea, because another physician found a virus lurking around in my gut. That seems to have killed off the invader, and she did not mention my age. I think I love her. I’m certain there will be other appointments making it onto my calendar, but today I just had phone conversations reiterating age is a factor in my multiple aches and pains. Do babies get reminded they are young when they complain about being wet, hungry, or grumpy? If not, why is it important to point out the obvious: that I’m old? Someone asked me why I haven’t seen a dentist. I’m fearful if someone looks in my mouth, they will see the fault line of my gums rather than teeth. I’d rather live in ignorance than face the reality of old age.

A point of good news, I received an email from one doctor with the encouraging note I have an appointment for May 1, 2025. She has hope I’ll still be around in a year. It’s from the doctor who did not tie my old gut to my age.

So, that’s how I’m doing. Life is great when you are timeworn.