By Barb Buntin
So I went in for my annual Medicare Wellness check up. Had no idea what was going to happen. OMG. The nurse gave me a piece of paper and pencil. The paper had a big circle on it and she told me to put the numbers on it like the face of a clock. What is wrong with digital I mused.
Well I accomplished the task although it wasn’t very pretty. If they ever do this to me again and knowing what I know now and assuming I don’t forget, I will put in the 12 the 3 the 6 and the 9 first. Get it all lined up just right. Will look prettier anyhow.
Some other milestone of recognition of the progression of aging. In my mid 30s’ I fell off my horse, she had bronco stock in her I later found out. Used to be I would just bounce up and be on my way. Not this time. I thudded. Took me a half hour to clear my head and get back on. A girl could get hurt I thought. Could have been worse though, I was in a sandy river bottom.
Or in my 50’s, a project that used to take me half a day was now dragging into the third day. And now fast forward to my 70’s and if I get down on the floor I need a plan to get back up. A stool, a pillow for my knees and if that doesn’t work hopefully I didn’t forget to put the phone in my pocket so I can call for a lift assist. Those firefighters are the best.
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