Again, I have been extremely blessed with good health except for my "Franken Feet". Of course, that was my fault......the years of running, ridiculous shoes and a gift from my Nana. I may be calus here but I don't understand the rest.
Sure senior citizens dwell on their ailments and those of everyone they know. I guess that is a fact of life. But to me the seniors are over eighty and this is just a progression of living and they have earned that right to be captivated by this.
Key words here, over 80. Of course, we are faced with severe illnesses of the young who yesterday were filled with so much life. I can relate first hand on that one as I lost my two dearest friends, both under the age of 40 while they still had so much to give. Plus, my Dad who went entirely too soon. These were devistating and extremely public. As it should have been.
I am talking to all you illness junkies out there who choose to include everyone you know in what you are blowing from your nose, what your bowels are doing and the extreminty of your headaches. Unless you are my immediate family or best friend don't take it further. Fact is I don't choose to share any ailments with anyone including my family or friends.
Never could understand why people have to go visit anyone they know who is in the hospital unless you know that they expect you there. I pray that God takes me before I am forced to the hospital. The thought of being visited when I look my worst, tubes all over and a bag of urine hanging on the side of my bed terrifies me. If I do have to make it there pray for me, take care of my family and send me a card.
If you are blessed and not dealing with a fatal or chronic illness, please keep your aches and pains to yourself. There is no bigger downer than to run into a casual friend and they bombarde you with a litany of their maladies or recent procedures. I sure hope that there is something else in your life worth talking about.
Sounding really cold here I suppose, but that's just me. Oh, and when I do go....know that my family will be haunted if I am put in a box, for people to gawk at and talk about how good I look. I've yet to see someone dead look that great. Can barely stand a tanning bed and wouldn't consider an MRI. The thought of the very expensive "box" or the valuable land to plant it gives me the creeps. Cremate me, save ashes if you wish and put the rest in a special place. I'd really like a party for you all to have fun and remember me.
Did I just do a Last Will and Testament here?
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