|My oncologist's office - will visit again today|
Folks, you all know I try to think of subjects that are fun and interesting to post to this blog. However, I have to admit these days it ain't easy. Oh I know, my grammar isn't perfect but I'm making a point here.
My wish now is to go through a whole week without a doctor's appointment. I used to tease my Mother during her later years that her social life was visiting doctors. Oh how little did I know. Now that I am of that Advanced Age (71), I am there. Just like Pogo said "We have met the enemy and he is us."
Tomorrow at 8:25 am I have an appointment at my dermatologist's office to have stitches removed from three biopsies taken off of my chest (I have one) and back last Friday. This isn't the first time I've been to this pony show.
At 11:30 am I have an appointment with my oncologist to have a procedure called a "seed simulation" procedure. Initially I was freaked out when notified of this procedure (I don't need another invasive procedure in my nether regions) but I was told that this is a CRT to make sure my recent radio-active seed implants didn't "migrate."
Of course the question that is unanswered, what happens if they did migrate? Are they going back into my nether regions again? Don't answer that. I don't want to even think about it.
As regular followers of this blog know, I remain good friends with three of my high school classmates of
Larry: a visit to his doctor for test for his Arthur Itis which has so twisted his right hand he can hardly write legibly.
Stuart: a double knee replacement. He now has "bone on bone".
Bill: blasting a giant kidney stone that is stuck in his urethra canal. Thank God mine passed easily (but not without excruciating "I want to die!" pain).
Oh how I wish I could write about my youthful lustful fantasies but at my age I think most of my hormones have departed for parts unknown. Oh sure, I can still spot a hot guy but my blood doesn't rush like it used to and images don't appear in my mind of me swinging from the chandeliers with him.
I'm not one of those
Then there are the bloggers who reveal nothing of themselves but write about safe and impersonal subjects, sometimes interesting, sometimes not. You all know that isn't me.
So here I am, painted into a corner by my rapidly advancing years, trying like Hell to remain relevant to my younger blogger buddies but the side effects of my advancing years just keep creeping into my life forcing me to face reality.
Earlier today I was even thinking of changing the title of my blog to "Old Man Retired In Delaware." But a good friend (and fellow blogger) chastises me everytime I refer to myself as an "old man" but man, come on. That's what I am. I'm not complaining. It is what it is (sorry for the cliche) but there's isn't much I can do about it. I'm not as mortified at being old as I thought I would be when I was in my Arrogant Youth but I do have face up to the fact that my life seems to revolve around doctor's visits these days.
When I talk to my former school chums, what do we talk about? You got it. We talk about our medical condition, last doctor's visit and upcoming visits. We laugh and tease and tell ourselves over and over again "Can you believe we're this old?" I can't and neither can they.
Well, one good thing about visiting doctors, it's a helluva lot better than the alternative.
|Fairview Cemetery, North Carolina April 2013|