The lady–not much younger than me–remembers humorist Art Linkletter once said, “Old age ain’t for Sissies.”
Not many older, or reworked than this old man.
‘Twas 1936 when Teacher discovered I couldn’t see the words, even after she moved me closest to the blackboard. In 2000 Surgeon implanted two new lenses, but I still hunt for my glasses on the bedside table when I wake up.
Hardly remember that the Surgeons at Duke University hospital, circa 1990, implanted something to slow prostate cancer. Nearly three decades ago. Worked.
In 2008 when I had trouble getting off the boat unto the dock, the Surgeon gave me a partial implant in the right knee. A year later the Surgeon partially implanted the left knee.
Before my daughter would let me return, 2013, from the Olympic Peninsula to Heath, she insisted I get fitted with hearing aids. Heath is a suburb of Rockwall, a suburb of Dallas, where the same lady could walk after the Surgeon replaced her hip with some metal.
The pacemaker the Surgeon installed near my heart has worked for almost two years. We old folks like to talk about our operations.
Art, you were half correct. “Old age ain’t for Sissies,” but works well for Surgeons.
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