by Emma Willey

Created on: March 06, 2008   Last Updated: August 20, 2008

Problems with Growing Old

There are so many problems with growing old, it would be hard to name them all. Funny, but I don't feel old until I start realizing all the signs that tell me for sure age is creeping up on me. It has an awful lot to do with how other people treat you, some good and some not so good.

I try to look up a phone number in the telephone book. For some reason those names and numbers have been shrunk down till I can't read them.

I try to pick up a ten pound sack of sugar and it had gotten so heavy I can't even budge it.

My grandchildren talk about their mp3 players and all their other electronic stuff I don't have the slightest idea what they're talking about.

I go into the department store to look for a toy for my great grandson, and most of the toys look so foreign to me, I can't even figure out what they are for or what to do with them.

All the new cars look alike to me; I can't tell a Chevy from a Ford, and some of them have such strange names, I think they must have come here from outer space.

Strange how everybody can always tell I'm a Senior Citizen without even asking. I wonder how they can tell.

I always wonder why people use a little card to pay for things at the store when I still have to write a check for my purchases, or else haul out a bunch of cash.

Little kids call me grandma even if they don't know I'm a grandma.

Why do younger people think they have to open doors for me, or even help me get to my car? Do they think I'm helpless?

I don't dare go to a movie or play or anything in a public place because I might go to sleep and people will catch me snoring..

Every time I go to see the doctor, she adds another pill to my collection, and she tells me I must take all 19 of them every day. I wonder if I would die if I stopped taking them.

I am so forgetful, I can't remember what I did yesterday, or sometimes even an hour ago.

My worst fear is getting the dreaded Alzheimer disease. I'd rather get anything else than that one because I know everyone else would know it before I do.

Since I am legally blind and partially deaf, I worry I might not recognize someone I meet on the street.

Worst of all, I know I won't be around here much longer, and the rest of the world probably worry I won't leave soon. They know I'm not pulling my own weight around here anymore.

My life could be worse. I could be DEAD.

The End

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