Getting old means meeting lots of new people

I’ve been getting to know a bunch of new people this year – lab technicians, x-ray technicians, nurses, doctors, receptionists…

It has definitely been my year to be poked and prodded.

It all started with my 65th birthday. As soon as I was eligible for Medicare, I think my warranty ran out. Little things started popping up.

For about a year, I was slowly losing weight, a pound here, a pound there, and, prodded not too gently by the family, I went in for a check- up.

A tendency to get bronchitis a couple times every year didn’t help the situation and it turned out to be caused by allergies, and some breathing problems which accumulated over the years due to bad habits. That led to a whole barrage of tests which finally pinpointed the problem (since solved with medication and breathing treatments – and increased appetite – I’m feeling fine and right back to needing to lose ten pounds again), but it sure meant a lot of trips to, and tests at the hospital to find out what was going on.

In fact I haven’t been this involved with the medical profession since I had kids.

Then, as part of my annual check-up last summer, a small cluster of harmless cysts were discovered during a routine mammogram and that led to another bout of testing – additional mammograms, ultra sound tests, you name it. In fact I just went in for another follow up on that today. Nothing to worry about they say, but be sure and come back in six months…

Next I lost a crown – it fell out during a family dinner, so after some visits to replace it etc., etc., I developed this “spot” on my tongue which required the biopsy, earned me a little sympathy when I whined a bit, and created loads of fun for Jack and my co-workers at the office when I was ordered not to talk for three days…

Good news this week. The biopsy on my tongue came back okay. Turns out the suspicious “spot” the dentist found on the left side of my tongue is just a callous caused by a tooth rubbing on it.

I thought all along it was just a stubborn canker sore. Of course Jack insists it is from talking too much though and that’s what he is now telling everybody…

Man it sure is fun getting old. Makes me think I ‘ve been getting a 100,000 mile tune up and they just keep finding one more “part” that’s worn out and needs fixing.

It’s been nearly a year and I’m hoping that this will be the end of it for a while. It’s pretty bad when you go in for tests and the ladies at the hospital know you by your first name, how old you are, how many grandkids you have, when your birthday is, and so many other much too intimate details …