I know that I'm not an old man.
I know that I often talk like I am an old man.
I know that I certainly feel like an old man!
I remember, when I was younger, thinking about the accommodations that would often be made for people who were "old". Of course, there was a day when, in my youth, I thought anyone past the age of eighteen was old.
Now, I am one of the people for whom accommodations need to be made.
Almost two years ago, I had a pacemaker/defibrillator implanted into a heart that was two-thirds dead due to a viral infection several years prior.
Since that time, I have had to make some accommodations to my activity level.
In many ways, I tell myself, I know that I am living on "borrowed time." After all, one of these days, my heart will end up saying, "pacemaker or no pacemaker, I'm done" and that, as they say, will be that.
Until then, however, I am going to do whatever I can.
Now, with an artificial hip, I enter another level of accommodations.
Not only have I been in rehab to make sure that my hip joint remains firmly in place; but, I also have to make sure that it remains disease free.
Tomorrow, I go to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned.
However, for two years post-surgery, I will need to be on antibiotics first so that no bacteria get introduced into the blood and, therefore, into the hip joint, causing major problems.
So, an hour before my dentist appointment tomorrow, I have to take 2,000 mg of Amoxicillin.
I also have "identity cards" for my pacemaker and hip joint so that I can get through airport security.
After my second hip surgery this summer, I'll just go to the "strip search" lane at the airport and save them all the trouble of figuring out why their machines are beeping.
Yeah, I know that I'm only 56 going on 57. However, I feel much older than that right now.
Maybe I'll stop by the store tomorrow for some Geritol.