Well, I’ve been growing older every day since December 31, 1933. But lately, the process seems to have speeded up and is really rolling right along. Please know that, with the exception of feeling like poop some of the time, it doesn’t bother me at all.
What does bother me a lot is the attitude of some people. Condescending superiority is one of the most vile personality traits found in adult humans. This fault is only rarely found in children and even then is usually just copying what they have heard from the adults around them.
What I wanted to vent about here for a moment is the condescension of some of the people I’ve dealt with recently, who assume that because I am not terribly “spry” at the moment that I am mentally going downhill. Not true.
My Internist often has young doctors doing rotations in her office. Most are attractive and pleasant. Recently, though, I got one who is lucky to have no scratches on her face nor a sore bottom from being severely kicked! She made it clear that she thought I was goofy and she barely knew my own name. Of course, when you encounter that attitude, you really do often forget things. Most often, I forget my own phone number – I rarely or never call myself. At any rate, she was just horrified when I told her I would not have a bunch of x-rays or tests for my heart. I carefully explained that they would duplicate those I’d had done by the cardiologist, recently. “Well,” she said, “What is his name? I’ll have to call him and verify that.” I couldn’t think of his name, or my own at that point, I was so angry. She charged out to the waiting room and demanded that Dee give her the info and then she called the cardiologist. I should have reported her behavior to my regular doctor but I just wanted to get out of there. My bad - now she’ll just harass another old person.
Dee and I have noticed that if she is in the room, lots of medical people talk to her as if I were not present. Dee usually says, why don’t you just ask Mother, since she’s sitting here?
Just a week or two ago, a couple - no longer friends of mine, for sure - just jumped all over Dee, telling her how she should “handle’’ me. I am dealing with Lymphedema of my legs and it’s meant some extra work for Dee. Apparently, this couple thinks I am senile or stupid. They suggested Dee threaten me with a nursing home if I didn’t follow the doctor’s orders to a "T." They also thought withholding food might be a good idea!! Dee was horrified by their rude comments.
I am trying to make the point that goofy things one does are usually either laughed off or ignored, when a person is under age 60 or thereabouts. However, just get old and watch the eye rolling, smirks, and nods to others. Let me hasten to add that my children and grands don’t do this.
Old age is tough enough without having to put up with younger people being condescending or rude, or assuming I am senile.
I do not have any huge health issues, but I have arthritis in my shoulders and hips plus the Lymphedema, a painful condition in both lower legs. I can manage most things by myself, but a helping hand is most welcome. Walking is hard for me and I fear falling, at the moment. Hopefully, as soon as I get the bandages off my legs, that fear will subside.
I decided on my own to stop driving because I was concerned that my response time might be too slow in an emergency. I was a good driver and had never gotten a ticket for any reason at all.
My sweet family stays on the lookout for any kinds of gadgets that make my life easier.
Perhaps most important is the bracelet I wear when I’m home alone. I can press a button and summon help.
I have two “grabbers” with long handles, one for the kitchen and one in my room. They are helpful in lots of ways. On one is stamped, Independent Needs Centre.
Most of our door handles are white porcelain, lovely but hard to grasp. We found some rubber-like jackets to slip over them.
I have several self defense items one of which is a marine/sport horn, quite loud to call for help.
Another wonderful discovery by Dee was that a rolling, adjustable office chair is much more comfortable to me than any other type of chair. We have four now. One was a gift from a dear neighbor and the others were bought, used but in perfect condition from a real estate company going out of business. I am sitting in one now, at my desk, and have another at the breakfast room table, one at the dining table, and one in the family room.
Although mobility is something I need to work on, I get along pretty well for someone my age. I do not feel bad about asking for help from folks, and my kids and grandson are always sweet about helping me. However, it really ticks me off when clueless younger people look at me and just assume that because I am a senior citizen, that I am missing some of my marbles.
[Note from Dee: my mother is one of the sharpest people I know, of ANY age!]