foxalo
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Life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind could invent.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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Post by foxalo on Dec 23, 2016 21:47:36 GMT -8
After several months of feeling old and feeling sorry for myself because I hurt so badly every morning when I wake up, my father-in-law felt jealous of me because I can get down on the floor and up so easily. I didn't see it the same way. It's all perspective. I compare myself to my kids. Parents compare themselves to me. My pain sucks, but it could be worse. I deal with my pain. Yes, it's kept me from things I love, but in the new year, I plan to make some changes to see what helps. I may be getting older, but I prefer it not to suck.
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Post by flyinion on Dec 27, 2016 16:07:57 GMT -8
It does suck, I'm only 44 (as of next month, might as well say it now lol) and after tweaking my back in the summer I'm still having sciatica that has cause me to not get out like I'd hoped this year. Thankfully it's all muscle induced so I can hopefully get them to eventually calm down and quit irritating the nerves.
To the OP, hopefully you can get your eye stuff resolved. Luckily we have a great laser surgery center here in my town. It was NOT the "$500 an eye budget special" I definitely paid for it, but it was worth the peace of mind. Definitely do as much research about a place as you can before using them. You definitely only get one set of eyes. Maybe lens implant will be the way to go. My Mom had that done due to cataracts and doesn't need any glasses at all now at 67.
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Post by hikerjer on Dec 30, 2016 21:08:38 GMT -8
Another thing about getting older that I realized this weekend while skiing is that I don't really enjoy the cold the way I used to. Time was that I reveled in the cold. I found it bracing, stimulating and invigorating. Now while it doesn't keep me from getting out and I still enjoy a brisk walk on a cold night, I find that I mostly just tolerate it rather than really enjoy it. But I'm really not ready for Arizona or Florida yet.
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Post by autumnmist on Dec 30, 2016 22:05:28 GMT -8
hikerjer , I've noticed this as well. I liked to defy the odds and spend time outside on the coldest, most frigid days but find myself preferring now to just hunker down inside with some nice warm quilts, a good book, hot chocolate or hot cider. I don't know this is specifically related to aging except perhaps that older skin thins and provides less insulation against the cold. I had always felt that I was really going to enjoy cold weather in my older years but find it hard to maintain that determination now. I know that some of my reluctance arises from a higher level of concern for vehicle breakdowns since every time I take my father someplace I need to bring portable oxygen and backup. If my car were to break down, we'd be on borrowed time until I could get him home safely. That anxiety translates into being more unsettled and less comfortable in the winter on a general basis.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 4:09:44 GMT -8
One time, I hated Mondays, then I realized I was committing to hating 1/7th of a life not lived.
I'm not about to commit to having the rest of my life as sucking before I've lived it.
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Post by zeke on Dec 31, 2016 6:37:45 GMT -8
It is easier to like Mondays, now that I am retired.
When the NFL went on strike, and there was no football for several weeks, I realized I was committing 1/3 of my weekends each year, to this crazy desire to watch TV for 8 hours or more. I decided I was not ready to do that, so I started just reading the game reports afterwards. My weekends became free to do more outdoor activities.
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Post by balzaccom on Dec 31, 2016 7:01:48 GMT -8
Both of my parents passed away in the last five years. My dad was bedridden for a year, and 86 years old. My mom lived about a year longer. We went through the whole process of "do not revive" with both of them. And while I encourage everyone to live life to the fullest, I also understand when someone says that they've had enough. Near the end of my mom's life her congestive heart failure was pretty extensive. But when offered the opportunity to go the ER for treatment, she usually figured that it wasn't worth it. There comes a point...
But I am not there yet. At 64 I am just starting to back away from work--3 days a week--and really enjoying that. I will keep teaching and doing some of the other stuff I enjoy, but going to work in the morning is no longer on that list, because I have so many other things I want to do. Like hiking while and traveling I still can. My second book should come out in June.
But I am also learning that I am getting old--unexpectedly creaky (not leaky, at least not yet!) and sore. I've also had some serious conversations with my MD about where I am and what I want out of him, and out of my body in the future. And that landscape is constantly changing. That's what getting old means.
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Post by hikerjer on Dec 31, 2016 8:27:35 GMT -8
One time, I hated Mondays I used to feel that way. They don't bother me at all anymore. Funny how retirement will change your outlook on things. :D |
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