Here I am at 2 a.m. on the very last adventure of my life. It is called "Getting Old." And I do not like it. Heart disease, diabetes, thyroid, every joint in my body aches. This is not how I planned my old age. I wanted to be able to work until I was 72. Then do volunteer work with the Boston Ballet Company and the Boston Symphony. I would be able to attend all of their presentation for free. Well, I had to quit work at 64. A massive heart attack will do that for you. Into the OR for open heart surgery.
I tried going back to work four weeks after surgery. Doing the work was the easy part. Sitting at a computer a half day typing up the program for Sunday services. That was a no brainer. But between the travel via public transportation and then back home left me exhausted. So I had to quit. I hated doing it. But it was causing me more heart problems. So for the first time I listened to my doctor. I find myself doing that more and more now.
Today I am on 14 different medications every day. I am in such pain some days, that I spend more time in bed than not. If I had taken this trip in my 30's or 40's and then knowing I was going to have to take it again later in life, I doubt I could have done it. If it weren't for the pain medication, I don't know what I would do.
Each day I find I am doing less and less. Only if someone asks something of me do I make the effort to fill their request. It gets me moving.
Okay. Back to the kitchen and clean the clams.