Getting Old is not for the weak

     How do I start this? Was yesterday better than today? Depends, Fortunately Depends was not necessary this time. For a period of time now this once magnificent body that I have lived in has developed a small flaw, actually, another flaw. For awhile the miracle of chemistry (drugs) has camouflaged  the symptoms to a point as the President would say, is manageable. However smoke and mirrows last only for a time and at some point you have to deal with it. Was about a month ago that I forgot to take my daily pill. Fortunately at my age a single pill a day is something to be quite proud of. I have friends that can't remember when they only took a pill a day. The results of my neglect to consume that single pill meant getting up several time a night in discomfort to try an make water. If you have ever seen the moving "Driving Miss Daisey" you will understand the term "making water". So over a period of years, frequently forgetting this little pill I decided to end this discomfort, once and for all. So after another night of misery I place a call to the guy who told me to take this little pill. I can remember this guy telling me the last time I say him, "when you've had enough of this give me a call". The moment of enough had been reached. So, the guy lives in Riverside Ca. and insist on me meeting him there to discuss an idea he has to elimanate the issue. So, to Calif. I go, spoke with this guy and his associates and the plan is to return at a later date and bring $50. He assures me he can take care of the problem in house, and that everyone would be happy. So at the end of August we sneak out of Utah and head to Calif. to meet the guy and his associates. "Meet me at my place at 4:30 am on such and such a day, but call me the day before to see if everything is in order". So, the fix is in. Well, I'm hear but the guy, is nowhear to be seen, however, several of his associates are here. Lots of talk and they say "are you ready for this? Yea, I guess so, but I don't want to know anything about it, is that clear". "Don't worry, we got it covered". I look around and everyone is in agreement. "Here, take this", that's the last I remembered. Next thing you know the deed has been done, and I never did see the guy. I did see the associates again though and there comment was "throw that pill away, you'll be ok now". "Are you sure". "Yeh, trust me". It just makes you cringe when someone who has nothing to lose thinks "don't worry, everything will be great". It's been a week and a day now and I'm just now beginning to think everything is going to be ok. There have been times this week that I thought "Oh, I wish I had that little pill back". "what have I done"? I could have learned to be more vigilant about taking that little pill, but no, I wanted perfection. Perfection?, at 67 the only perfection left is a fading memory of the days when firing away 6 to 7 feet was easy, boy were those the good ole days. Well, the associates have told me that I probably would not make it back to those numbers but with a little practice 5 feet is realistic. Great, I haven't seen 5 feet since just before the pill. To tell you the truth, if I can just clear the shoes I'm good. Well, as you can see my spirts on the rise and things are looking up. Getting older will make you a stronger person if you can live through it.