RITES OF PASSAGE
February 2014
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| An ageing doctor |
There are several rites
of passage that mark our entrance into the “senior years” of life. The first,
the most passive of the lot, is the arrival of the Medicare card. I remember
very clearly my reaction to seeing that card with my name on it: “this can’t be
real! I’m looking at a Medicare
card with MY name on it. My father and mother had Medicare cards: what am I
doing with one?” In all honesty I must say that my exaggerated bewilderment was
accompanied by an amazing sense of relief and comfort, having just been several
months without any medical coverage.
I got over it.
The second Rite applies
only those who usually pee standing up – the dwindling urinary stream. Gone are
the days of peeing over a bush into the neighbor’s yard. Now you’re happy if
you can pee without getting your shoes wet.
I’ve had that problem
fixed.
The third Rite…getting a
cataract removed, and yesterday I had one removed from my left eye. The one in
my right eye is next. I will spare you the details of this relatively simple
(from the patient’s point of view – no pun intended) procedure, but I will
share this single tidbit of information for those of you anticipating such an
event.
Since yesterday morning
I have had 1,219 drops instilled in the involved eye.
But it is worth it,
because besides seeing the world better, I get to wear these cool Ray Bans.
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