I'm not saying it's a terribly important one, even though it is worth note, just one of those that sneaks up on you and tells you that you're getting old. (Or older, anyway.)
First, I'm back driving again, at least for those things where I won't be medicated or otherwise disqualified from doing so. Hopefully that mostly won't happen again until... late summer? Considering the issues of wearing that contraption they call a sling in the winter, I've been giving thought to scheduling the other shoulder. I see that doc next week, my final check-out, and we'll have that discussion. But I'm hoping for no slippery snowy roads, no multiple layers of heavy clothing to fight with, and no contraption preventing me from wearing my coat outside in winter weather. So I'm going to push for mid July for the second shoulder, pending the surgeon's input. That doesn't even take into consideration how cold the house gets in February when you mostly just sit around for 6 weeks, even under a doubled polar fleece blanket, and can't even tolerate being in your own bed because you can't/shouldn't roll over so it's still just life in a chair 24 hours a day, or how itchy my dry skin gets in winter, or being unable to pick up our own mail for fear of ice causing extra damage besides a bruise or two.
So that's my starting point on milestones and scheduling, based on too much experience.
My youngest has been very helpful with all kinds of things I/we can't do under these circumstances. I'm getting a chance to return the favor... provided he goes ahead and gets some of his own scheduling done. He's going to need his own driver soon. He'll be needing a routine procedure where he'll be released after waking from anesthetics, in no condition to drive himself. I'll be able to do that for him, even bring a book to read in the meanwhile, or who knows? I might still be working on taxes and bring that paper jungle along just for "fun", though this year will be much simpler than last year because we didn't move and sell a house.
But this year my baby turns 50! And lucky for him, his doctors inform him he needs to come in for a colonoscopy! Not the box on the doorstep kind, but a full look-see kind. Lucky him he gets to start when they use propofol, aka "milk of amnesia" for sedative. I still have awful memories of stuff that didn't work, no pain relief, no ability to speak ( or scream - I tried), just wide awake paralysis. Oddly enough I just scheduled my next one for next month myself. I'll have Steve drive for me, barring some blizzard. He'll have a book or two to bring, maybe even just sit in the car if it's a nice enough day. March can provide anything. We geezers are used to getting our own medical stuff taken care of, based on symptoms and age. We almost take it for granted that X happens every Y number of years. But that's for us.
But OMG! My baby is old enough to start that cycle! Sure he's grown, responsible, holds a long-term job, switched to an electric hybrid car, pays his mortgage, grows and harvests fruits to make jellies out of, helps us geezers with heavy tasks.
When did he ever get old too?
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