Why it really sucks to get old

Of course, one of my sons told me the other day, "Dad, some people age like a fine wine." Then, looking at me, he added, "And others age like milk!":confused:


My ex-roommate's grandfather used to make homemade muscadine wine. If you kept it much into the next year it turned into a really good paint thinner. I feel like that sometimes.
 
I was checking out at the grocery store today. A younger gal was checking me out. She said she was working till retirement. I told her I was retired 31 years now. She asked my age & I said 88. She looked at me & said the standard question, you don't look that old. Why, I answered the same Question as I always do. " Clean living & self-denial" I could hear her laughing as I went out the door.
 
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Getting old just plain sucks!
Everything that befalls me the doctors tell me they have never seen this do this to someone likes it's done to you?
This has been going on to me since I was 18, I'm now 65 and they're still telling me this?
What am I special or something? :rolleyes:
 
Getting old does not suck.

But maybe some folks would rather skip that part and just die, who knows?

iu
 
I will turn 81 next month. A long-time friend (he grew up one door down from me) and I had lunch together last Monday to celebrate his 81st. He needs a walker to get around, and he's only a month older than I am. He's been pretty active most of his life, and it's telling on him.

I remember when I was much younger, I noted old men sitting down together and the first thing they would do would be to start complaining about their aches and pains, their medications, etc. I swore I'd never do that, but guess what my friend and I talked about. I feel lucky; he's way worse off than I.

I remember the true story about Oliver Wendell Holmes, who was sitting on a park bench in DC on a fine spring day. He was then in his 90s. I nice-looking young gal walked by, and Holmes turned to his friend and remarked "I wish I was 80 again..."

I remember being advised many years ago that to live long and maintain your self-respect, you should never leave a task unfinished. I just now remembered that I have half a bottle of fine Kentucky Bourbon sitting in my liquor cabinet....

John
 
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Yeah, I know the feeling about getting old. I finally succumbed to the Old Farts division of our bullseye league that will start after the first of the year. Over 70 can use both hands, (but will compete against only other two hand shooters). Darn it sucks getting old.
 
Just turned 67 and can say that getting old beats not getting old. Seen too many people check out early on in life. Children who never got to get old.
When it's time to go there's nothing you can do about it so enjoy it while you have it. Eat right, exercise, stay active and think positive.


At 57 it amazes me how many of my contemporaries are already gone. My best friend and his best friend, we all hung around each other for almost 30 years, both were gone in their 50's. Several other acquaintances of similar age are also gone. Many of my friends from high school are gone. I keep thinking that it is just not right for so many to die before 60. Sucks.


On another note, this thread got me to thinking of how when I was a youngster and into my teens I used to jump of the roof for fun, just to practice my "parachute landing roll". The last time I tried it was in my early 30's. Did not hurt myself, but did decide that was the last time to do that.:D
 
I'm 69years young, too old to care. Morphine helps sometimes.
Diabetes
Two bad knees
Two bad hips.
Both shoulders had injury's
A herniated three lower discs back
Stomach ahernia
Spinal stenosis
Prostate cancer in remission.
Cooked bladder from radiation
Kidney stone the size of my kidney they think it's dead.
Other kidney is operating at 90%
Heart is ok so far.
Dropping 25lbs every two months. Was 256# last week I'm 250# tonight, im almost down to my birth weight lmao. my red blood cell count is low.
If it's cancer again I'm not fighting it. I told my son prop me up on a hayabusa and I'll see ya in the next life. Funny I went down hill so fast.
I can still shoot......
Dig a hole......lol,,,,im not ready to go yet.

My dad come in the woods when I was logging. He told me I'm going to wear myself out, i laughed. Onetime he was right. Hard work never hurt anyone but it wore me out.

Nothing on this planet scares me nor am I afraid of dying. It's the circle of life.
 
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On another note, this thread got me to thinking of how when I was a youngster and into my teens I used to jump of the roof for fun, just to practice my "parachute landing roll". The last time I tried it was in my early 30's. Did not hurt myself, but did decide that was the last time to do that.:D

Odd that you should mention that. In my early teens, I did the exact same thing. I started from a stepladder, and graduated to the roof of our garage...

But I quit doing that much earlier than you!!!

John
 
Age doesn't suck. Its worrying about your age that's the problem.

I just turned 70 and I feel great. My wife is 69 and she does too. I don't know if its clean living or what. Nevertheless, we both do everything we did at age 30, it just takes a little longer to do it and maybe there is a muscle ache the next day.

We both have minor issues, but nothing a pepcid ac and a Lisinopril twice a day can't cure. Our son is a medical professional and he says' we're the healthiest old folks he knows.

Grandpa died at 83, a day after he was up on the roof pointing the chimney. Dad died at 88, just a couple years after he stopped shooting and hunting. Thus, maybe I got good genes. Of course both of them smoked cigars almost to the end.

A few years ago I did a computer survey and it said i would live to 93. It asked when Dad died, when Grandpa died, do I smoke, drink how much, married, love life, etc. etc. I filled it out honestly. Them for grins and giggles i went back in and changed some factors to see if it would allow me to live longer. My doctor always said 2 beers a day were Ok for me, so that's the first thing I changed.

In any event, I found out that if I have romance one more time a week, I can drink all the beer I want!

Now just to convince the wife I need her to help me live longer.
 
Odd that you should mention that. In my early teens, I did the exact same thing. I started from a stepladder, and graduated to the roof of our garage...



But I quit doing that much earlier than you!!!



John



I did it well into my 40s but not for fun: I was scared spitless of heights.

Jumping saved me the nerve-wracking experience of going to the edge of the roof and getting on the ladder.
 
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