Looking that up in the dictionary wasn't very encouraging. It means "struck or wounded; afflicted by something painful." Everybody tells me that old age is simply a state of mind, not a disease. But if the Good Book says it's an affliction, I'm ready to believe it. Painful affliction I can relate to. This year I have survived the symptoms my body's deployed....and kept 26 doctors gainfully employed! One doctor told me my cells are breaking down and forming a hard exterior crust. Naturally, I asked him if that means I'm a "crusty old broad."
"You're not so broad anymore," he said with a laugh."But you are weird!"
He explained that because the crusty layer keeps nutrients and oxygen from getting into my basic cells and prohibits toxins and waste products from getting out of them, nothing in my body works like it's supposed to. Hence, the diagnosis of "weird." I've had so many infusions and enzymes lately, I feel like a walking agriculture lab. The doc prescribed still another medicine and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to take this the rest of your life.
"Oh, yeah?" I asked. "Then why does it say in big letters, "NO REFILLS?"
Actually my life these days is sort of like visiting an all-you-can-eat buffet. What should be hot is cold, what should be firm is limp, and the buns are the biggest thing on the menu. Likewise everything that should be moist is dry, and what should be dry leaks.
For awhile, I went overboard on the healthy eating kick and ate only natural foods. Then I discovered that most people die of natural causes. Don't you think all those health nuts are going to feel really stupid, lying in hospitals dying of nothing?
While it's true my body can no longer take a direct hit from all those fats and calories, all is not lost. Going downhill, I'm picking up speed....I'm yawning faster!
Sounds like you're a walking, talking stimulus package for the whole healthcare industry, Mom!
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