It could be you one day

The early days of Lucid Gypsy, and no one even saw this post 😦
Happy Saturday eveyone!

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I met an elderly man today. He had come to out-patients for one of years of appointments in cardiology, nephrology and the eye unit. He had a sparkle in his eye, stains on his shirt and his trouser fastenings were quite suspect, but I liked him. He chatted to me about his ailments and I helped him to sort through his paperwork amongst which was a poem. I tried to peep at it but couldn’t quite see, and after a while he offered it to me, saying that it was about the ageing process and he had ‘adapted’ it to include bits about his health. You can Google the original, it’s called ‘The shape I’m in’and each stanza ends with those words.

I could see behind him that someone was shifting from foot to foot, a young medic who probably hadn’t yet been on a geriatric ward. Now, whenever someone…

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6 thoughts on “It could be you one day

  1. Glad you re-blogged..I’ve been over and commented. We all need human connection – read an article recently which suggested that whilst we need to eat well and exercise, what is most important in older years is friendship, communication, laughter…I’m inclined to agree

  2. There are so many cases in Florida similar to this one in your story.
    Elderly living alone because their children live upnorth and they are down south due to warmer temps. Once they cannot care for themselves they’re left in nursing homes or assisted living facilities. They rarely get visitors at that point. SOOO … SAD !!!
    I cringe at the thought as I get older. They’re very, very lonely. I pray my health and your health continues in a positive way until the end. Blessings to you, Gilly. A touching write …
    Issy 😎

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