Yesterday I had my Welcome to Medicare physical. I was eligible for it in July, but hadn't had time to go in. Good news all round. My hearing and EKG were perfect. Eyesight 20/30 without glasses and 20/15 with. Blood pressure 120/75. Weight on the high side and she recommended that I take off that ubiquitous 20-25 pounds extra (everyone's doctor seems to tell them that unless they are quite slender -- same amount if you weigh 150 or 250 pounds) but she wasn't terribly worried because I am in generally good health. Although I'm in good shape right now it would be a practical thing to consider installing grab bars in the bathtub and shower before I really need them. Isn't it funny that we have all of those numbers we didn't worry about 30 years ago that now mean so much to us? It's like getting grades. If you have the right numbers you get to move on to the next decade. My doctor is a feminine version of Doogie Howser and I really like her. She is young enough to relate to old people.
This morning we made our "end of life" arrangements. Everything is all set and we even have our cremation urns just waiting. Right now they are stacked on the table in the family room. Carmela was perching on them this evening. Nice little mini caskets ready for ashes when the time comes. We have to figure out where to keep them. Mine will have to wait a while since my Welcome physical indicates I should get through at least one more decade. I'm presuming Alex's will also have many years to gather dust on the top shelf of the closet or wherever. Maybe we should put them on the coffee table. I don't know if using them for storage of remote control devices or other stuff means we can't use them later for ashes, but they are attractive and a handy size.
Anyway, old people think about these things. Old people should think about these things. Keeps us from thinking we should run for President.
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