Jim Cejka
As I’m lying here, in my hospital bed, I’m thinking about some of the medical issues and concerns I’ve read here the last couple of months, I realize how incredibly blessed we’ve been to be here in our 80s. And I realize that my shot at humor a couple of weeks ago - “the doctor said for your age. . . , “ wasn’t far off. Up ’til now, any illness, hurt, or glitch, I always considered an isolated event, s*&*! happens, and I’d get over it or adapt. Now, it’s beginning to set in that things are no longer isolated, things happen because of “my age.” My parts are way beyond warranty. My heart beats funny because the atrial spark plug has been banging for so long, the parts for moving, walking, lifting, eating, and all that stuff, are getting worn after several million uses, their tread is getting a little thin. I need to accept that “at my age” things are different, I can’t do what I did when I was 30, or last year, for that matter. Not only does my body have to accept that, my brain does too. Fortunately, most fortunately, that is still working darn good “for my age,” but it’ll have some new thinking, a different life, to get used to.
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