The Joy of Aging by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Aging #Joy #Tongue in Cheek

 

There's the Joy of Cooking and the Joy of Sex books on the market. What about the Joy of Aging. The following is my first adventure on the Joy of Aging. This may be done tounge in cheek but using a writer's imagination, just believe this really happened but perhaps embroidered a bit.

The adventure began on my birthday when I turned eighty seven. I arrived with my son at the emergeny room. After giving my name and date of birth, the interviewer turned to my son. "Just what is your mother's complaint?" Son replied. "Don't ask me. She can tell you." The woman frowned but I went into the tale about how I felt. "Take a seat and we'll call you."

A short time later, I was taken to a room where someone asked many questions, drew blood and then doctors entered the room. The lead doctor, asked a question. "Do you want to live?" "Yes," I nswered. I wan set up for an ememgency dalysis treatment. So far things went well until they look out the special catheter for the dialysis. I lost a lot of blood and this meant a consent. Now came the Joy of Aging incident.

The doctor came into the room. "Can you give me the phone numbers for oneof your children?" "Why?" I asked. "I need to get a phone consent for a blood transfusion." "Why?" I asked. "You can't have a transfusion without consent." "Why can't I give the consent." I've been waiting for this moment for days. "I'm eighty-senen years and five days old." He looked at me and said  "You're not senile." I smiled but my thoughts took in his graying hair and I didn't say but thought. "It'll happen to you soon." 

This is my first Joy of Aging post. There may be more as the process continues.