Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Tragic Comedy Call Aging

I hate aging. More importantly I hate aging with pain. And the Disability Department I’m not too thrilled with either. Hurumph.
For the past two years, age and my very imperfect body have been fighting an endless battle with Disability, the law and the medical profession. And I’m not winning at all.

Now I knew this day would come. Don’t we all know? Don’t we all feel, sense and see our once active frame begin to shut down its motor? And doesn’t it always shut down all at once? I wonder why that is?

Never mind…

It wasn’t a huge surprise for me. I was born with a congenital hip and the doctors forewarned my parents back in 1963 of future hip placements, osteoarthritis and curvature of the spine in my future. What they could not have foreseen is a debilitated medical field and failing federal government that resists taking care of the Baby Boomer generation that is now knocking on thier door.

  Apparently doctors were much better then and than now.

I sit, stand, walk, hobble and limp in constant pain. While these two groups fight over 1) how much money they can squeeze out of me and 2) how little help they will extend a person who has worked for over 40 years.

So here I sit watching the medical profession tell me that there’s nothing wrong with me after numerous MRI’s, x-rays, evals, labs, etc.

They’re not willing to say ‘yes’ her condition is debilitating and she can’t work. But they’re willing to send me to Physical Therapy to have the therapist say that they can’t help me because I’m incapable of movement without help. They’re willing to send me to a spine specialist who agrees that he can’t help me because of my debilitated condition. They even run very expensive blood tests that have nothing to do with my deteriorating spinal and ortho problems. I suppose just to prove that they are actually doing something rather than throw up thier hands in defeat.

So I still sit in limbo, however this time I have a lawyer. Poor thing. She really has her work cut out for her. The black and white of it is that I can’t stand, sit or move without tremendous pain and I feel that I have earned the right to file for disability after working for 40 years (two of those jobs were for the government for cripes sake).

Don’t I?  Yep, let me tell you, aging sucks in America. Run to places like Canada or Europe while you are young. Don’t blow money on expensive cars, homes or clothes but save it like a hoarder! Open accounts but don't raid them for that trip to the Caymans. Set up 401Ks, CDs and the like. And, most importantly, take care of that body because one day, one day, you will be on the losing end of this tale.

And just think how broke this system will be when you get there.


  1. I'm sorry to hear you are getting the run around instead of them just helping you. Hope your lawyer is able to get things sorted out for you quickly.

  2. Aging (and disabilities) is/are not for sissies! As Scripture has so aptly said, "In this world you will have trouble..." (John 16:33) and don't we all? I'm sorry things are really rough for you right now. In spite of it all, at least you are able to journal/blog about it and have a sense of humor.


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