More on getting old(er)

This post is only for those readers who are getting older. (See what I did there?).

As the aging process (thankfully) continues, the signs of old(er) age also continue.

I earlier reported that I now have a team of medical doctors and others. My team includes doctors (primary care, neurologist, ophthalmologist, optometrist, podiatrist, gastroenterologist, hand surgeon, surgeon, dermatologist, a chronic care nurse (she checks on me monthly and cuts through any medical red tape I may (do) face), an audiologist — OK, not a doc but on the team — and probably others I’m forgetting in the moment. My health is fine, but it does take a village.

There are a couple of age spots. My hair is grey but that’s been going on a while. Talking about hair, it’s growing where it never grew before. And if you’re old(er), how about those feet and how much uglier they can get?

The hand surgeon is new. I had what I thought was arthritis in my right thumb so my primary sent me to him. He said it’s “trigger thumb” (more later).

I talk to friends I’ve head for decades (I won’t say “old” friends) and we wind up talking about our health issues. Something I never thought I’d do. But here I am.

My oldest daughter is a grandmother thus I am not just a great-granddad but the father of a grandmother. She will be 50 next year (aren’t I 50?). I won’t out which daughter but, trust me, she doesn’t look her age (nor do the others).