Fragility of Old Age

I’m not considerate of the fact that I’m now 61.  It’s just that it keeps incessantly tapping me on the shoulder.  I hate it when it’s impoliteness goes to beyond rude.  I’m left almost daily with being tired way before the limit I’m used to experiencing. 

No more than three years ago I dropped my car off at a shop three miles from home and walked back home, trimmed and mowed two acres of yard and walked the three miles back to pick up my car when it was done.  I was pooped, to be sure, but not beyond being able to recoup within the same day.

Now, I mow the lawn one day, trim another, then I will walk two miles on yet another day, but not all in one day.  I can’t do it.  To ready my newer Corvette for a show I spent one Saturday removing the wheels and thoroughly cleaning them and painting the rotors while setting up and spraying weeds in between the drying times for the paint so I could add another coat.  I was so given out when I got done I didn’t know if I would live the remainder of the day.  Still the next day I was right back outside mowing the middle section of my lawn and was once more tired beyond belief. 

The next weekend Libby and I rode the car to the show and being entered in the show I had to tidy it up once we were placed on the lot and later I helped tally and arrange the scoring of some 50 of the 90 cars in the show.  Again, I came home pooped. 

Old age just won’t leave me alone.  Not for a minute.  Some days, like today, I just want to cry for the abilities I used to exhibit to myself and others.  It makes me feel useless and left with the feeling of my mortality. 

Libby is very supportive and loves me very much and I feel at least as much for her if not more.  I never want to be a burden to her in any way.  I’m supposed to be the person she always looked and prayed for, yet for how long?  I wish it to be many years.

About Jim

I'm a 69 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I've has two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about two thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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2 Responses to Fragility of Old Age

  1. Both of Bunny’s parents went vegan about three months ago. They are both around the 70 year mark. Since the lifestyle change both are off of all of their medications, cholesterol and blood pressure down on both, both have lost some unwanted pounds, and both of their energy levels are way up from where they were just a few months prior. Just something to think about. 😉

    • Jim says:

      You’re probably right. I really don’t care for beef, nor a lot about pork. Fish I do love and could eat it more often. I’m not sure I could do without dairy products. I know Libby couldn’t. She’s a big milk drinker.

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