You Know You’re Getting Old(er) When…

Nineteen months from today I’ll be sixty. It sounds kinda scary when announced to the whole world. I tell myself sixty isn’t old, it’s just a number. And, I know I’m not that old, at least I don’t think so. But, lately I’ve noticed ‘a few’ changes in habits and outlook, which could indicate I am getting old(er). Judge for yourself:

Pill BoxYou know you’re getting old(er) when you have to get a pill box to hold the pills/vitamins/supplements for the day; and then, you have to set an alarm to remember to take them. Now, I do remember to take the ones with meals, but the odd-timed ones seem to slip my mind. Even when the alarm does go off, when I’m in the middle of something, I forget. And then I find them looking at me when it’s time for something else. Sigh. Which brings me to another thought…

You know you’re getting old(er) when you can’t remember stuff. Even when you write notes on multiple sticky notes. Or use alarms. Or start to type something and… Yeah, the thought just disappears. Then you recreate the scene to encourage your memory. I’m sure you’ve done that. You get an amazing idea when you walk in the kitchen, then you leave and it’s gone. So you go back and open the fridge, or the cabinet, or put something in the dishwasher and sometimes the memory gods impart the thought upon you again and all is good. But most of the time it’s gone. Forever. I guess it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember what it was…

Polident

You know you’re getting old(er) when you start paying more attention to denture care product commercials instead of the toothpaste commercials. Because of my apparent need for a partial, I’ve had the satisfaction of witnessing first-hand how the fizzy tablets do a much better job than a toothbrush alone. Kinda like Alka-Seltzer, but with a more mature purpose. And speaking of commercials…

Pee

You know you’re getting old(er) when you don’t chuckle at the incontinence product commercials anymore and pay attention to the reality that one can ‘laugh, sneeze, jump on a trampoline…’ without having to run and hide due to unexpected tinkling challenges (UTC). I remember my mother talking about it and warning me. I brushed it off with a guffaw, which now brings about UTC challenges just like she predicted. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say you can purchase feminine products from Amazon, discreetly and at a decent discount if you sign up for regular delivery. Even though I’ll NEVER jump on a trampoline, at least I’ll be protected when unexpected belly laughs cause UTC. And lastly…

You know you’re getting old(er) when you’d rather watch reruns of old shows like The Andy Griffith Show and Happy Days more than the stuff on T.V. today. While I enjoy a good modern comedy, I still prefer the old-fashioned down-home feel of these types of shows. Maybe it’s not a sign of getting older, but maybe it’s remembering when shows were really funny and made one feel good after watching.

So here I sit, watching I Love Lucy reruns, protected from UTC, soaking my partials, carrying around my pill box, and making sure I’m surrounded by sticky notes (and a pen) in case an important thought crosses my mind. Life is good. At least the parts I remember.

I love lucy

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