One of my concerns on aging is that I have no relatives close by to feed the cat, watch out for me, etc. I have a niece in Racine, but if I give her access to my apartment, then her boyfriend will have access to it. There may be nothing left when I get back home.
The other, elder niece is the beneficiary of my life insurance and charged with taking care of things when I croak. She lives in Muskego.
When my kidneys went down, there was more than once in the hospital that I felt a little helpless. The whole thing of doctors/nurses discussing you, but then not discussing with you. This will only occur more and more as I live longer. I can understand now my mother’s concern about a nursing home. You’re essentially a convict. I’d much rather punch out than be a slave in some facility.
It’s all a matter of timing and I know of no way to gauge that. Have a stroke and, bam, you’re a drooling idiot. Too bad you didn’t punch out the day before. You can’t do it now.
If any of your body is subject to angioplasty or other plaque-dealing measures, know that the smallest piece can break off and lodge in your brain. I knew a guy like that at the Alano Club. He went from a hale and hearty man to a cripple.
I wonder, I wonder.