Strange days. I am a very upbeat, positive kind of person. I always look on the bright side of most situations and people. However, lately my usually happy-go-lucky thoughts have turned to those of my own mortality. Stroke, heart attack, Cancer, disease and death are what I visualize on a huge roulette wheel and it's spinning. Whose number will be up next? It could be me. I could be next. There could be Cancer cells growing in me right now. A little clot may be waiting to stir loose and …
The Knee Chronicles: Thoughts In the Waiting Room
It's morning and I am sitting in the doctor's waiting room. The doctor's office is located in an area hospital. It's not posh or fancy in any way. This comforts me for some reason. There are people of color here, working people - quite unlike the last time I was in an Ortho clinic (four years ago) which was located downtown off fancy Michigan Avenue with copies of the Wall Street Journal, Crain's Business and Chicago Social laying about. The next thing I notice is how sick I am not. …
Old As Dirt.
"Getting old ain't for sissies!" - Bette Davis "We are always the same age inside." - Gertrude Stein Hell yeah! That's me! and all of you other old farts talking about "age ain't nothing but a number" and so on - can kiss my wrinkled old ass! Actually wrinkles are not my problem, but if I discover another ache I'm gonna scream! Getting out of a chair ain't what it used to be! And my life cycles are all outta whack as I speedily leave my childbearing years behind me. …
Waiting for the Shoe to Drop
I sent a "Happy Birthday!" email to a friend today, thinking how fortunate it was that a mutual friend reminded me of the birthday in time. She is a gorgeous woman, smart, funny and vivacious. She responded: Thanks so much..50 can u believe it!!!! I'm sitting at... hosp waiting for my 3rd radiation treatment..3 down and 13 to go!! But doing well. Miss you! Happy New Year X0X0 Picture my stunned reaction: mouth dropped open - stunned face. She went to the doctor. Had her mammogram. Bam! …
Old friends: “I’m Fat!”
It was inevitable. We are 48 years old. There are five of us bemoaning our advancing age, aches and waistlines. And there were reading glasses appearing out of nowhere! …