The Woes of an Undercover Geriatric

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The Black Eyes Are From Oxygen

There is a downside of living in a retirement residence.

“Friendship.”

Loneliness being a predominant emotion creates within us the necessity to socialize and seek out friendships.

Making friends comes with sorrow hitchhiking upon it’s back. For you are silently aware that there will come that day whereas they will go to a hospital. (A ‘given’ for we seniors.)

Sometimes they will come back. Sadly, there is that one time where they are gone. Simply gone.

Odd that for reasons known only to whoever or whatever created our complicated species included emotions.

Personally I can live with the happiness, humor, pride and the rest of the positive emotions.

However, I have no want whatsoever to have to experience the pain, sorrow, loneliness and others such as the evil feeling of constipation.

(Constipation! Like, why? Why in the name of all that is sacred would they choose constipation? Was that all they could come up with?)

You do not think of things such as this in your youth. The energy that accompanies younger days leaves little time for dwelling upon such darkness or morality.

The high levels of that magical testosterone instill a falsehood of invincibility. Risk taking is the norm. After all, “Life is for living. Is it not?)

As our bodies age from the wear and tear of everyday life, that ‘magical‘ testosterone loses its potency. Like a psychological form of Erectile Dysfunction.

(Worry not young spirit. The physical erectile dysfunction will crawl into your prized testicles soon enough.)

Most do not notice the beginning of the onslaught. It’s as sneaky as a Gypsy pickpocket. As gradual as a three toed sloth crossing the bayou floor.

As your beard thickens and your sideburns gray your rambunctious excellencies dwindle, pub crawling dissipates.

You no longer chase the desire for the opposite sex. You still wish for their companionship, but you are fine if they chase you.

You gain a fear of heights. You become a lowlands gorilla. A ‘couch potato‘ with feet planted firmly to the livingroom floor.

The need for speed gives way for a desired recliner chair. Your fastest vehicle being the common elevator.

To sum all this up into layman terms, “Life slows down‘.

In the two years that I have lived in this seniors residence I could list one hundred positive things. Far too numerous to add to this blog.

Two years and one month ago, my doctors had given me two years or less to live. Now, they are amazed at how improved my physical and mental health has become. Mind you, I still am inflicted with an array of serious health issues, but these have slowed tremendously in their advancement.

I am positive that by living in such a clean, well maintained, social friendly environment greatly uplifted my mental health. I had fallen victim to the dark grasp of Cancer’s relentless psychological assault.

By doing so my physical health gladly followed.

I know longer stay awake as long as possible every night. I had done that in the past because of my deep fear of not waking up come the next morning. I occasionally think of that fear. As a passing thought. No longer to I dwell upon it.

I have no doubts whatsoever that I will live far longer than any medical professional believes. I have set a goal of reaching one hundred and twelve years. This is a belief that I have been expressing since my early teens. I may be wrong. I may be right. No matter which one is truth it still is a necessity to stay positive in life and set positive goals in all aspects.

Stay positive and live with confidence people. The world is full of Light and of Darkness. Why wouold you wish to live in the Dark when Light is just around the celestial corner.

Peace!