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.
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