Today I am 72 years old

Happy birthday Gracie. I honestly thought this forum was full of smart-ass kids, but apparently not. It's full of smart-ass geezers. I'm 81. I'll go on hold and wait for you to catch up.
 
I've got 7 different chronic diseases that could literally kill me tomorrow. The worst part about getting old is having to accept the fact that when some smartass tells you "Be careful on those steps" or "be sure to take your medicine" you really should pay attention to their advice instead of telling them to STFU.

Nah, tell them to STFU and then secretly watch those steps and take you meds.
 
You are 72 years old. Physical or mentally? Which one is winning.
Mentally, I am 40ish or thereabouts. Physically, I am late 50's except for flareup days. Then its like late 80's. We all grow older, so I deal with it best I can. Worst situation healthwise is my hips and lower back (degenerative back disease, sciatica, rheumatoid arthritis) and high blood pressure.
Winning what? 'Splain this cuz getting old can also mean..."huh?"
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Yall made my birthday pleasant. Thank you for responding.:twirl:
 
Yes, don't count on it to "cure the situation":
To DGS49 I can appreciate the phenomenon (and burden) of regular eye injections as I get one in my right eye every three months to prevent reoccurrence of a one time edema and bleeding event that literally blinded me.

And okay, maybe this is a lifetime situation for me as it is for those with wet macular degeneration. They aren't pleasant but they aren't horrible as those who have never had them might think. They aren't painful. And they sure as heck are better than going blind. My 98-yr-old Aunt gets them in both eyes for macular degeneration every 60 days. And she is nowhere near blind which she almost certainly would be without them. The medication restore my sight to as good as before and it has not deteriorated.

As Grumble says, you can't count on the injections fixing a problem, but my doctor holds out hope that I eventually may not need them. So you may be a lucky one and be done with it. For certain hope is a good thing.
 
I'm 70. Have aches and pains, other crap. Still work a 40 hour a week blue collar job. Sometimes I think "screw it, I'm going fishing". other times the work bullshit gives me purpose.
It's a wonderful life. I guess.
 
77 here. I like to sleep more, joints are jangling but still useable. Have afib but take meds for it. Still playing my guitar in a band. Got vertigo a bit, feet a bit numb. Just hurt my back bucking logs, got a shot of Toridol at the clinic.
 
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