I don't have any balance problems but I have horrible night blindness. I don't even dare drive anywhere after dark. I don't know what I would do in the case of an emergency save call upon one of my neighbors or in an extreme emergency call 911.
I was ever so relieved that I was not summoned to the hospital this past summer at night time when my husband was ill and also that it was still light out in the evening which allowed me to visit for longer periods of times.
Yes Lagatta, it does take longer to bounce back from an injury. My shoulder which I fractured in March of 2016 continues to act up despite rigorous PT. The fracture itself is mended but, the muscles and tendons near the sight pose some problems from time to time and I have to be ever cautious when I am trying to do something that entails using those muscles too much (as I did a couple of weeks ago while pruning the lemon trees).
What's so dismaying for me right now is the lack of stamina I have particularly working in the garden.
Whereas I could easily go pretty much non stop for 4 to 5 hours, I now easily get wiped after just barely 2 hours. Not just puttering but fairly labor intensive kind of chores (macheteing, hauling, digging and the like).
I get so discouraged because I know it's not going to improve with time.
And, I remember now when the very same thing happened with my mother.
I took a very frightened friend to the hospital this morning for some major age-related surgery. It made me think that I should really examine some of my insurance policies about coverage of various things. While I will never have to pay for medical treatment, I have been paying for disability insurance and I suddenly realised that I should check the policy to find out what qualifies as a disability. If I can get a home cleaning service to kick in, that would be great, but for the moment I just feel lazy, not disabled. Am I deluding myself?
So two weeks ago, in the midst of major stress about his 93-year old Mom having surgery to repair a hip broken in a fall, still dealing with the financial & legal issues related to his fathers death in November, AND reeling from having to "put down" our sweet kitty girl the day before, Mr. Kimby got up from a restless night, took a few steps and fainted dead away!
I heard the crash from downstairs and raced up to investigate. He was getting up from the floor, rubbing his arm where he'd hit the dresser on the way down, knocking over picture frames and denting the wood. He said he'd also nearly fainted when he got up in the night to pee. Until that day, he'd never fainted in his life.
He got in to see the doctor the next morning, and is now fitted with a monitor that will record his heart's activities for two weeks before being mailed off for analysis. Hope it's nothing serious. No strange flutters since.
Goodness Kimby, hopefully it was just some physical reactions to all the stress he has been under and nothing more serious than that.
Many people do not pay attention to warning signs and may have let something like this pass, I am glad to read that you did not.
I had been having some dizzy moments as well lately but determined that I had not been drinking enough water, since I upped my intake morning noon and night, I have been feeling much better. Fainting should be taken seriously.
Lagatta I keyed in loo to google, it means a toilet, correct? If so, no, I have not found much of an increase in waking up through the overnight but I understand how this could affect that. Sometimes I recognize I might be a bit dehydrated. When on my own, like today, I forget to drink and eat. My husband calls me 3 times throughout the day when he is working a shift and he either asks me if I have eaten or he reminds me to so.
I had some accidents the first few years.
A friend had a heart attack a few months ago and I did some internet searches and the one thing that I noticed was the importance in drinking water every day. Some people have also told me to drink a glass of water before I go to bed.
Based on Questa's suggestion of talking about some of our own age-related problems, I thought I would kick off this new thread.
I'll be 65 this year, and so far I think I have been pretty lucky since I don't have any major problems. However, I have noticed that I had many more health issues as soon as I retired after being the sort of office worker who could go five or six years without missing a single day of work. There is a French expression "le travail c'est la santé" which more or less means "working keeps you healthy." The point is debatable because healthy people continue working while people in poor health have to stop -- it's not rocket science. Nevertheless, when one has been healthy all through one's working years it seems a bit unfair to fall ill the moment one retires. Yes, older people will have more problems, but I would like to think there is a healthy margin of a number of years of good health before the inevitable decline.
My biggest complaint at the moment is that I always had excellent eyesight, and it annoys me no end when I have to put on glasses to read something. Some days yes, some days no.
Oh, and then there is that unfair thing about putting on weight.
I take pills for blood pressure, too, but since the end result is "totally normal blood pressure," I don't begrudge the tiny inconvenience.
I was just at the dermatologist last week since it is a matter of concern to me. My biological father died of malignant melanoma at age 62 so it is something to which I pay attention, especially since my GP is always saying annoying things like "you really have a lot of spots on your body -- you should get someone to look at that." So I have regularly gone to a specialist for that (about every 3 or 4 years) and have always been told "all of that stuff is normal -- nothing to worry about."
I always think about how people lived 50 years ago when they had no access to such specialists...
Please don't say "declining", makes me realise that I am. If only it were a grammar thing, but I shall be 85 next month and it is all catching up with me. I have never believed in being ill, but you can only kid yourself for so long.
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
Post by cheerypeabrain on May 31, 2017 14:51:37 GMT
I am just settling into being 60, tbh it's an age that suits me. I've been 6 going on 60 most of my life I think. I do get aching knees and hips but that's down to me being very overweight and something that I am trying to address. I'm deaf as a deaf thing...my right auditory nerve doesn't work at all (inner ear infection in the 80s)...constant tinitus (hence crabbiness). At social gatherings I tend to spend a lot of time saying 'I beg your pardon?' and miss quite a lot so often end up just sitting back and watching everybody else chopsing which is nice for me but perhaps a bit creepy for the watchee.
I don't think about these being my declining years really, rather my reward for long service in the NHS. It's still a novelty and I often forget that I've not got to go back to work.
I tend to lose track of the days of the week from time to time, but I think of it as a good thing because it means that I have left worklife behind forever with that MTWTF rhythm that we office slaves lived with.
I'm another lucky one, thanks to genes I suppose and a sensible upbringing. Approaching (unimaginably to me) 70, and on daily pills for blood pressure, cholesterol and excess stomach acid (but they're all working, or at least my last doctor's review decided I didn't need checking for a whole year). I use a push-bike from time to time, and likewise use the gym we have here (but only in moderation), and otherwise try to keep mobile and active, in the hope of staving off the prospect of "The Home" (can't bear the thought of moving house anyway). I'll be walking down some mountains in Austria in a couple of weeks once again, with my brother and sister-in-law.
I've been retired 7 years now, but I do still sense the working week rhythm, if only because of my neighbours' movements and living with a primary school over the road: and I still find Sunday afternoons faintly depressing, for no obvious reason.