Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Man of a certain age...

I turned 62 last August and it wasn't such a big deal for me. Time is slipping by...it's true, and I have a bunch of things I want to do but I didn't find that turning 62 was an important threshold. God knows, I've had other life hurdles that had an intense or major earth shattering impact but not this. But in our culture it seems that turning 62 means something. That is the age where one becomes eligible for social security. The term "elderly" seems to loom over one's head like a helium balloon.  There are "senior" privileges and menus and certain allowances that kick in as one gets older. Anyone can be a member of AARP once they reach 50 and Amtrak gives you the senior rate of 10% off when you reach 60 on a few trains but that goes to 15% at age 62. Banana Republic gives a 10% discount if you are over 50 but I don't know many people my age wearing Banana Republic stuff.  McDonald's gets our hearts pumping with discounted senior coffee. Apparently seniors can pig-out at Shoneys and Long John Silvers and Chili's and IHOP with a discount. I think this is all great and wonderful and I take advantage whenever I can.

That being said, today I had to go to my local pharmacy to get a prescription refilled. This is an old blood pressure pill that I've been taking for several years. My health is pretty good, generally, except that my blood pressure and cholesterol are borderline high and I've been putting on a few pounds. So, anyway, I phoned in the prescription this morning and they said it would be ready after 1:30 for me to pick up. The pharmacy is in a local grocery store so I headed over in the afternoon and picked up a few groceries that I decided I needed and then stopped by the pharmacy and picked up my meds...already in a little white bag.  I got home and put the groceries away and then opened up the bag and found something I did not expect. My pills are now fastened to a card with each pill labeled for a day of the week....like I'm too old and feeble to figure out that I need to take one every day.  Whose idea is this??? Some kind of a joke? Apparently I can't be trusted to take the pills every day anymore....
Au contraire, mon frère !!!

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