Two Old Men Thank Me

Yesterday’s EFTI post quoted  George Carlin , “…. the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids?”  #EmotionalIntelligence booster.

Picture of elderly couple and their dog.

The main man in my life, David not Punky, and me. The Punk is a teen; the humans have moved from the new old to the old stage. A bit shortened from yesterday.

This is a repost, shortened at one end and then expanded to cover what I learned from David’s unexpected visit to the ER yesterday afternoon. After I had bragged about how well we were doing. Ah well, pride plummets. Sometimes.

What I said yesterday.  I am pushing 80; it has taken years to get here.   And although  I would like the body, I had at 24, 34,  44 or even 64  I want that body only if I can  keep all I have experienced and learned from then to now. Will not happen.

Don’t think I am anti-young.  Never.  I love the young, the younger the better.  Love my grands, love the other kids in my life.  .I love flirting with the young men checking me out on-line at the food stores.  I like when I can make them laugh or blush with pleasure at the compliment I hurl at them.

I am delighted some of the “kids” I knew during my son’s growing up years, have friended me on Facebook.  Even more delighted when one of them likes something I say or actually comments on one of my posts.  The young give me hope, inspire, and often make my day.

That said, I get the  fear attached to aging.  I understand the difficulties of those approaching whatever years means they have passed from youth to middle age or  middle age to the new old or that age to old age and finally to frail old age.

I know when I look around while out and about, that I am  old and moving toward frail old.  Not happy.  However, denying reality is not the hall-mark of emotional intelligence and I do try to keep mine somewhat functional.

Nor is aging what bothers me most.  What I hate most is becoming invisible.  We humans thrive on the recognition of our kind.  Explains why as we age and those who knew us when and knew us best fade from our lives, some of us become cat ladies or dog men.  Sad, but the way life is in our youth oriented culture and we older folks start becoming invisible.

I do see as the boomers continue to age, the veneration of youth is hitting a slightly better balance. Love that Jamie Lee Curtis is displaying all her wrinkles.   Still the balance continues to venerate the young and dismiss the aging.

Have you noticed how many ads on television have  pre-schoolers lecturing parents and grand parents?  Scarier are the one that show the kindergarten set driving their daddy’s car with his approval.

To be balanced  we need the new visions of the young, but experienced wisdom of the old.

My decision to repeat this post was  inspired by this s Word Press DAILY PROMPT

Here it is.  Sudden Downpour “It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!”

He recognizes me and reads my blog.  Fictional daydream of course.

He rushes to me, hugs me, and says, “Thank you, for blogging about the need to stand on the shoulders of giants and also for a bit of balance.  My name is “Atlas” and I need all the help I can get from the young people trying to hold up the world and keep it moving toward peace.

He smelled delightfully of Old Spice, conjuring up memories of the man who gave me my first sexy kiss, so I hugged him back and thought “Thanks for the memory.”

That was thank you number one.

Thank you number two came from my husband.  It was on our way back from a trip dehydration combined with diabetes had insisted he take to the emergency room.  He had served as a Marshall at Denver’s Rally Supporting Israel. And as I wasn’t there to nag him, had forgotten to wear his hat, forgotten to drink water then realized he was in danger and the good people he was with drove him to the emergency room.

As we were driving home, he said “Thank you.”

He also said, “I almost didn’t call you, and thought about taking a taxi.”

Well, that cranked me up a bit, and I said I would have sent him back to the ER if he hadn’t told me.

“What are we here for and still together if not to be there for one another at times like this.”

Of course, I knew two of his reasons for thinking about a taxi. First one: His earlier failure to listen to my “wifely advice. ( I hadn’t really wanted him to go to the rally, I had tried to get him to take it easy before going, and I reminded him to drink water.) He would have to admit some wrong, which like all men he hates doing.

Second reason; He doesn’t like to be a passenger when I am driving. In my defense let me say, I don’t like driving when he is in the car as he micro manages me almost more than I micro manage him.  But I am the one admitting to that source of friction. I’m such a Good Wife. Ha.

Anyway,  by the time I got to the ER he was ready to be discharged;  I tortured him a bit by asking the doctor sending him home to write on the discharge notes “Listen occasionally to your wife.”

He and the doctor had some funny things to say to each other about that and about wives. Of course.  Because of my poor hearing I didn’t get their jokes,and didn’t care. The point was made.

Learned something new, so here is an emotional fitness health tip for anyone aging and dealing with diabetes.  Filling up on water is not  the best strategy.  Contrary to what must advice columns advise; the latest research is a bit more balanced.

It was my asking how much water David  should drink that prompted the good doctor’s answer.  First, too much water for anyone thins the blood. But more worrisome is that  dehydration in someone with diabetes can trigger an electrolyte imbalance. Then water does not help. What diabetics should drink to stay hydrated are sugarless sports drinks as well as water.

How much water is too much water to drink?  My surfing has revealed this. Divide your weight in half.  That number reflects the amount of fluid you should consume each day.

Moreover, it need not be water. Other fluids substitute: milk is one,  coffee, tea, diet sodas, juices and even juicy food such as watermelon, apples, oranges, cucumbers, celery,  some lettuces, and tomatoes.

To restore electrolytes, sports drinks help, and if sugar is a concern the sugarless ones work. However,  here is what I gleaned from over an hour of internet surfing: a pinch of Kosher or Sea Salt (1/8th teaspoon)  in one eight ounce glass of water a day does as well as a bottled sports drink and is loads cheaper.

Try it in lemonade.  David likes flavored  water and I will add his  pinch to it.

One of my indulgences is salted maple syrup over vanilla ice cream.  Will use a bit of sea salt there for my daily dose.

STAY STRONG

Remember to practice kindness.  One way I try to practice kindness is by sharing information hoping at least one person will find it helpful.  I think the above might prove useful to one or two. Pass it on if you agree.

Also remember to practice gratitude. So here is a big thank you to  E.R. doctor Randy Jacobs at St Joseph’s Hospital in Denver, for laughing with us, treating us old ones as if we existed and still had some brains, and also for enlightening us about the need for not less water and more electrolyte balance.

Katherine

 

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