As one who is entering the so called ‘Autumn Years’, I have to tell you that it really is a pain. To be precise, it’s a pain everywhere. Legs, back, joints and probably reflected equally in my painfully grumpy attitude at times. My agenda is starting to fill with far too regular appointments with doctors, and far too few long drunken lunches complete with ribald conversation.
The other painful part of the ageing process is the all too frequent ………… now what was I going to say here?
Oh yes. The far too frequent lapses of short term memory and inability to concentrate on two things at the same time. Even concentrating on one thing at a time can be challenging. My doctor kindly informed me recently that brain shrinkage is a normal part of ageing, so at least I have a valid excuse now for ………?
Just this morning as I was preparing my breakfast, I couldn’t help but notice that it took me three attempts to find the right cupboard door to locate the plate I was looking for onto which I was going to butter my toast. A nice reminder that I could well be losing the plot in more than my writing. Pushing the button on my coffee machine, then going to the refrigerator and hesitating as to why I had gone there was another morning warning. Oh yes. The milk for my now long ready cup of coffee.
Of course I now have my dog to keep me fit and healthy, but I have decided that my four walks per day with him will have to renamed. So I now go off limping my dog four times a day, as my left calf has decided it would like to be in a permanent state of cramp. I can tell by the look in my dog’s eyes what he is thinking as I limp along behind him. ‘Come on you old bastard! I’ve got to pee on that fire hydrant over there. Urgently. So hurry up!’ As he drags me along by his leash.
Luckily for me though, my dog can remember the way back home.