Of no consequence: I do not relate at all to the elderly and feel embarrassed that is what I am
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half dozen prescriptions, and need a few days of home health care but want nothing to do with old people. "Shoot me!" was what I felt about this state for most of my life. It isn't really life but yet I still cling, looking pathetic. Many clerks speak extra loud and slowly to me yet really do not listen because they believe I am just confused, especially in the Electronics Section. Oh, well.
Being associated with being old is like being boiled in oil to me. The whole of society sees them as a burden or clownish, nothing to admire or even get to know (of course except for grandchildren). It is like having experienced a terrible and crippling and disfiguring accident. I am waiting to recover from it, but it will only get worse and worse and worse. Something different to look forward to, I guess. No adult diapers, yet a fascinating development. Incontinent? Another adventure.
But I am whining. This is just life. Billions have proceeded me. There is a need to just carry on.
rumitoid wrote:
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half dozen prescriptions, and need a few days of home health care but want nothing to do with old people. "Shoot me!" was what I felt about this state for most of my life. It isn't really life but yet I still cling, looking pathetic. Many clerks speak extra loud and slowly to me yet really do not listen because they believe I am just confused, especially in the Electronics Section. Oh, well.
Being associated with being old is like being boiled in oil to me. The whole of society sees them as a burden or clownish, nothing to admire or even get to know (of course except for grandchildren). It is like having experienced a terrible and crippling and disfiguring accident. I am waiting to recover from it, but it will only get worse and worse and worse. Something different to look forward to, I guess. No adult diapers, yet a fascinating development. Incontinent? Another adventure.
But I am whining. This is just life. Billions have proceeded me. There is a need to just carry on.
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half doze... (
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We are never taught how to deal with situations like this. I personally am at a loss for words. I will say that I have found your posts both interesting and right on target. There is much wisdom in your posts for the ones here who do understand what is happening here.
I wish you all the best.
Sail on o mighty ship of state .
rumitoid wrote:
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half dozen prescriptions, and need a few days of home health care but want nothing to do with old people. "Shoot me!" was what I felt about this state for most of my life. It isn't really life but yet I still cling, looking pathetic. Many clerks speak extra loud and slowly to me yet really do not listen because they believe I am just confused, especially in the Electronics Section. Oh, well.
Being associated with being old is like being boiled in oil to me. The whole of society sees them as a burden or clownish, nothing to admire or even get to know (of course except for grandchildren). It is like having experienced a terrible and crippling and disfiguring accident. I am waiting to recover from it, but it will only get worse and worse and worse. Something different to look forward to, I guess. No adult diapers, yet a fascinating development. Incontinent? Another adventure.
But I am whining. This is just life. Billions have proceeded me. There is a need to just carry on.
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half doze... (
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No sympathy here. You were gonna die in November. Remember?
Your life would be easier without the self inflicted drama.
Trust me on that one!
Milosia2 wrote:
We are never taught how to deal with situations like this. I personally am at a loss for words. I will say that I have found your posts both interesting and right on target. There is much wisdom in your posts for the ones here who do understand what is happening here.
I wish you all the best.
Sail on o mighty ship of state .
Much wisdom? I seen more wisdom in dog crap
Jlw wrote:
Much wisdom? I seen more wisdom in dog crap
You wouldn’t know it even if you stepped in it.
Milosia2 wrote:
We are never taught how to deal with situations like this. I personally am at a loss for words. I will say that I have found your posts both interesting and right on target. There is much wisdom in your posts for the ones here who do understand what is happening here.
I wish you all the best.
Sail on o mighty ship of state .
Thats because you and he are one. Only you call yourself wise.
rumitoid wrote:
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half dozen prescriptions, and need a few days of home health care but want nothing to do with old people. "Shoot me!" was what I felt about this state for most of my life. It isn't really life but yet I still cling, looking pathetic. Many clerks speak extra loud and slowly to me yet really do not listen because they believe I am just confused, especially in the Electronics Section. Oh, well.
Being associated with being old is like being boiled in oil to me. The whole of society sees them as a burden or clownish, nothing to admire or even get to know (of course except for grandchildren). It is like having experienced a terrible and crippling and disfiguring accident. I am waiting to recover from it, but it will only get worse and worse and worse. Something different to look forward to, I guess. No adult diapers, yet a fascinating development. Incontinent? Another adventure.
But I am whining. This is just life. Billions have proceeded me. There is a need to just carry on.
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half doze... (
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Suck it up buttercup and stop your whining. Most of us get old. Many don’t make it. Try counting your blessings instead for a change.
Milosia2 wrote:
We are never taught how to deal with situations like this. I personally am at a loss for words. I will say that I have found your posts both interesting and right on target. There is much wisdom in your posts for the ones here who do understand what is happening here.
I wish you all the best.
Sail on o mighty ship of state .
That is extremely kind. I enjoy your wisdom as well.
Rose42 wrote:
Suck it up buttercup and stop your whining. Most of us get old. Many don’t make it. Try counting your blessings instead for a change.
I figured you would be here to insult me. I was baring my soul, being vulnerable--and you jump on it and stomp it. No humanity? We are entitled to our feelings--but you seem to think it is an unforgivable weakness. It is not whining to confess our fears and concerns; it is just being human. Telling someone to "count their blessings" instead of being honest about their life is a typical suppression technique. It does not mean I am giving up or blame God when I relate how I feel. But I do not know you to ever understand such points.
archie bunker wrote:
No sympathy here. You were gonna die in November. Remember?
Your life would be easier without the self inflicted drama.
Trust me on that one!
Good point, but how do you know I didn't die in November?
rumitoid wrote:
I figured you would be here to insult me. I was baring my soul, being vulnerable--and you jump on it and stomp it. No humanity? We are entitled to our feelings--but you seem to think it is an unforgivable weakness. It is not whining to confess our fears and concerns; it is just being human. Telling someone to "count their blessings" instead of being honest about their life is a typical suppression technique. It does not mean I am giving up or blame God when I relate how I feel. But I do not know you to ever understand such points.
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Be honest for once. You just want attention and you do this often. Enabling it does you no favors. Many people live in chronic pain and sickness with nary a complaint.
You think you have it bad? Listen to Joni Erickson Tada - a quadripilegic for 50 years yet a strong woman of faith. Or look up Life Without Limbs which is run by a man born with no arms or legs.
No I won’t enable your behavior. Praise God for what you have not what you don’t have.
rumitoid wrote:
Good point, but how do you know I didn't die in November?
Well your brain died at birth
rumitoid wrote:
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half dozen prescriptions, and need a few days of home health care but want nothing to do with old people. "Shoot me!" was what I felt about this state for most of my life. It isn't really life but yet I still cling, looking pathetic. Many clerks speak extra loud and slowly to me yet really do not listen because they believe I am just confused, especially in the Electronics Section. Oh, well.
Being associated with being old is like being boiled in oil to me. The whole of society sees them as a burden or clownish, nothing to admire or even get to know (of course except for grandchildren). It is like having experienced a terrible and crippling and disfiguring accident. I am waiting to recover from it, but it will only get worse and worse and worse. Something different to look forward to, I guess. No adult diapers, yet a fascinating development. Incontinent? Another adventure.
But I am whining. This is just life. Billions have proceeded me. There is a need to just carry on.
Now I have to use a walker, take about a half doze... (
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Oh brother. Another one of your "poor pitiful me" moods. Well, at least you have you, you, you, you, and you to sympathize with you.
The first sentence of your last paragraph says it all.
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