One of the realities of life, as one RAPIDLY AGES (one of the remaining things done rapidly - everything else is slow and smooth) is you are now known as being in your declining years... of life. Not much left of it. Sigh...
I want to blame the doctors and their pills, but I was the one that thought my heart troubles were way over due and the blood pressure wasn't coming down on its own. Then after a couple of years of medicine my thyroid quits, I want to blame the pills but then I started taking a supplement, which had to be increased, which is all part of one decline - and INCREASE in the number of medications, sigh. Now they want to thin my blood... sure they do. Still no sign of what is going to kill me, but we will find it and have something to do about it. Really, we will, me and the doctors.
During my teens and twenties I was sure I wouldn't live beyond forty - I was in a dangerous business and the country couldn't find a way out of stupidity. I am no longer in the dangerous business but the country still can't find a way out of stupidity. I do realize that Washington DC doesn't understand old Nursery Rhymes: Humpty Dumpty, Goose that lays the Golden Eggs, Contest between the Sun and the Wind.
Anyway, I am spending too much time in mindless entertainment between doctor visits, time to get the Trusty Triumph back on the road, and ride all those Motorcycle Touring (ways) in the Pacific Northwest (my brother sent it too me, too cool). I sent all my extra Appleseed stuff to those that are carrying on, still hope the world goes to a couple weekend Appleseeds and gets their two days worth, and continues to perfect their longer range shooting experiences. Not for war, nor in fear of the government, but just to be really in control of their own moment, their rifle and the target. It is wonderful to be in reality.
So on the health issues side, I decline. to accept less than I should be able to be. What? Forty more good years? Sure, one hundred and three sounds like a winner. I hope I am a bit like George Burns, cigars and bouncing beautiful women that he doesn't feel responsible for... but enjoys seeing anyhow. No, I decline to smoke, don't want the Federal government to get anymore of my money than I have to give up for breathing. I am paying for free air in America? What is the reason I pay taxes? Oh, I make too much money, if I were poorer I would be given more money - and that makes good sense? I decline....
3 comments:
Earl, a point of order if I may... Hopefully your docs are checking the meds against each other and the PDR to make sure they are not putting you at risk. As they pile more and more meds on, the risk of counter/side effects goes up dramatically.
Earl lives forever! If Earl dies, I will go too! And the world would be lost without both of us! Besides! I haven't actually gone to an Appleseed yet! (!)
-Melisa, Liberrian
Daisy Miller? I must look that up one day - I know she never shot at an Appleseed... there is a link.
"although protesting that she doesn't care. Daisy falls ill, and dies a few days later"
Too sad, I would never have picked up that book. But it might fit one of the ladies.
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