I am thankful that I am old.
My whole life has been about taking care of old people. Now I am finally old myself and I have great people taking care of me. On this Thanksgiving Day 2020, I am thankful that I am old and living in a gated senior citizen independent living facility. I could barely make it living by myself in an apartment in West Covina before the pandemic. Even living in the resort town of Palm Springs was an often hostile environment. There is no way I could make it out there in the world during this pandemic lockdown. COVID 19 is going to alter our way of living for years if not decades. So I am thankful that I am an old man living in such a nice retirement community.
Thank you to all of my front line first responders taking care of me. I got here just in time to settle in before the pandemic hit. I was only here for eight months before we went into lockdown and now we have already been locked down for eight months. When you are old time flies no matter what you are doing.
It is a privilege to get old before I die
There are many people out there who are probably as surprised to see me alive as I am to still be here. In my high school year book I was voted most likely to die young and so I am amazed that I have lived for so long. Getting to be old before I pass away from Myasthenia gravis is an honor and a privilege.
Now that I have lived to be 63 I don’t even care if I die of skin cancer. There is a freckle on my thigh that has what dermatologists refer to as an “angry edge.” Every year in my mind, it appears as if this dark spot seems to raise up higher and higher, if only in my imagination. In my fantasies I have skin cancer and so my doctor gives me a prescription for morphine. In my dreams I have an abundant supply of morphine syrettes to inject myself at my leisure.