It is a fact that I am the very definition of old...

... and the sad thing is that I feel about 20 years older than my driver's license says I am.

I gave up on counting my "good years left" because there aren't any good years left anymore.

I have my bad days... and then I have my worse days. The worse days have been outnumbering the bad days lately.

My many doctors tell me I have one foot in the grave already and I think they are trying to put the other foot in too.

I have so many doctor appointments that I have to carry a day planner with me just so I don't overbook a given day's doctor visit schedule.

The hardest part is the pain and how it limits me. I have so many painful aliments that I can't hardly keep track. I've had so many enhanced CT scans that I glow in the dark.
But there are advantages to being old.
Everyone opens doors for me and that handicap placard is a Godsend. I get senior citizen discounts everywhere without even asking and I'm on a first name basis with my local hospital's lab techs and cafeteria staff. I take my rollator to the guns shows and I don't have to carry my purchases.
I'm still above ground for now, but I'm not counting on a long life. Good thing too as my IRA will be running out long before the actuarial tables say I should be planning for.