For me, it is trying to stand back up from a squatting position. This physical movement seem to appear rather quickly. I have to have the cat litter boxes right next to a waist high cabinet so I can push myself up. So weird, as I used to be a gym rat for decades until I had to stop to help out my parents.
How did your aunt get around when you took her to the casino? Was it a big casino? Did you get a wheelchair for her to use? Did your mom go with y’all?
Grandma insisted that we would go to the higher levels of a store in the elevator. As she grew older she still walked well, no cane or walker but she felt unsteady riding on an escalator.
I think grandma started having difficulty getting on and off an escalator. So, she preferred going upstairs in an elevator.
She couldn’t walk for long distances though. We would get a wheelchair for her when we took her to the zoo.
One thing that I adored about my grandmother was that she was never embarrassed to be seen in a wheelchair. She was always ready to go out when I asked her to join us on an outing.
My mom was self conscious about using a walker. I had to encourage her to get out more.
I find myself using handrails on the escalator and all other stairs. I’m way more careful about the shoes I wear when I’m running around these days. I think Skechers are comfy!
Years ago I could go anywhere in heels and never worry about stumbling or falling.
By "clean foods", I mean no processed foods, sugars, or dairy, and I watch my proteins. Lost loads of weight and the inflammation stopped completely. Lots of pain before that. All gone now.
Hope that helps.
I was always active in younger years and still can touch my toes to my head! I do have to watch where I am going and make myself slow down to prevent injury. I take care of my skin, with a little help from my Dermatologist, keep those lines in check. I do this for ME!
I like who I am and where I am. I would not want to be back in my 30's or 40's. I read every day and love music.
I am grateful to be living this long. Both my parents died young.
DH is ten years older, still in great shape physically but some slowing mentally and why I am on this site. I hope we can remain together in our home and not have anyone tell us that we have to go to a care facility!
My advice, live your life to your fullest! Look at the positive in everything! Be realistic and plan for the unexpected, get your documents in order! Life happens, deal with it until it doesn't!
It would be nice to not go from caregiving straight to feeling old .
It has totally surprised me how my whole body, mind, and daily living has changed just over eating clean.
As far as standing back up from a squatting position, I can do it but need to turn over and triangle with all fours and then push up with one hand on a piece of furniture. I take steps well and walk alot in the woods. After about an hour of walking, I admittingly don't mind sitting down for a bit. I'm in my sixties.
‘This started 6-7 years ago so I was in early 60’s and really having a nice life.
No hope - of course. He has about 2-3 years left. And help? Nope. Soooo expensive and adult sons all live on West Coast (I’m on East Coast). I’ve looked into skilled nursing for next year as this might get ugly - $15,000/month!! And people don’t understand the anger/depression/anxiety.
Oh! And did I mention his mother is 100? She’s in a retirement home living her best life and driving me nuts with requests. My doctor told me to learn the word “NO” - husband is 1st priority!
Something I heard once:
When you are in your twenties and thirties you worry what people think of you.
When you are in your forties you don't give a sh*t what people think of you.
When you are in your fifties and beyond you realize nobody was thinking about you at all.
Also, if you think someone is giving you a dirty look they're probably just constipated.
2) The fact that all of the rock bands and TV shows that I loved as a teenager are now classic rock and retro TV. And that all of those musicians and actors that were so young and hip are now either dead or senior citizens themselves.
Hep C lays dormant for decades, as long as you don't drink alcohol. Alcohol is like throwing flame on a fire.
My DH had a liver transplant 16+ years ago due to liver cancer caused by HCV and the golden question that we'll never have answered is "Where did he GET it?" The men who served in basic training at a specific Fort have sky high HCV #s. Can we prove it? No, but it's damning to see a much higher level of HCV among these particular soldiers.
SUPPOSEDLY HCV is considered an STD---but not really. I have 5 kids with my hubby, so living as intimately as possible with someone. I used his razor, I used his toothbrush--all the normal things of a marital relationship.
Neither I nor any of our kids have it. I never worried that we did b/c there was never a time when we were sick enough to have warranted the worry-and also they did not screen for it until about 20 yrs ago.
Glad you're free from this virus. DH did a chemo TX for 84 weeks after the transplant. Then he relapsed, but by then there were real and total cures for this disease.
SO GLAD I do not have to care or worry about someone at this stage of my life. Yes, I have my 33yr old nephew, but he is competent to make his own decisions so nothing I can do there. But would like some of that "get up and go" I used to have.
But certainly my energy is going down hill with age. At 85 I do jobs in bits - a bit here and a bit there. Once in a while I am able to do more.
We always had pizza for Sundays, but the pizza now taste like the box it comes in.... [sigh].
Now I understand why my parents had so many sweet items on their grocery list !!
Helloall - join the crowd. Seniors looking after senior seniors is becoming more and more common. It doesn't work well for us.
I think I am surprised at 85 that it isn't worse . Not that there aren't some problems I could do without, but life is reasonably manageable. So far I have managed to not get the big ones - cardiovascular disease, diabetes type 2 and cancer. My lab tests are normal. I haven't needed any surgery and I haven't broken anything. I feel good about all that. Counting my blessings each day that I am OK.
I can't believe how many times the thumb gets a workout. Writing isn't easy, there goes my draftman's type of printing. unless I use pain cream on my thumb area.
And forget the cellphone. It was hard enough to pick up without hitting the Alert button, and now almost impossible. Forget texting on it, the thumb gets very grumpy.
I can do email with ease, but the younger generation rarely uses it. If one doesn't text or use the social media they are on, you don't hear from them.... [sigh].