This is a rant.
I have two words for Senior Citizens who constantly talk about their health problems when you meet them. Well, actually four words, but I’ll be nice: SHUT UP! It’s gotten to the point that I can’t have a normal conversation with anyone my age anymore. Hey! Did you know that I have severe lung problems because of my time ( 5 months) spent in Florida inhaling all that second-hand smoke? Of course you don’t and you know why? Because I never talk about it. It’s MY problem and I’m handling it. Why would I want to burden anyone else with my health problems?
I call up my girlfriend to say hi and all I hear about is that her husband needs another knee replacement and how awful and difficult their every days are. I meet a friend on the street and I have to endure at least 20 minutes of her telling me about her husbands botched stent operation. I see a neighbor, stop to say hello and wind up hearing about their cholesterol level, pacemaker operation and restless leg syndrome.
Really? Do these people think they are the only ones on the planet with health issues? As we get older we are ALL going to develop health problems. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop living and spend our time talking about it all the time. Aren’t we entitled to live out the rest of our lives in peace and quiet?
I don’t get any relief at home. Ever since my husband was diagnosed with an aortic aneurysm, that’s all he talks about. All.Day.Long. I have to listen to his discussions on his salt intake. He monitors his blood pressure every 15 minutes. I have to hear about how he can’t be too far from a heart center once his aneurysm reaches a certain size. He’s already researching heart surgeons for when he needs open heart surgery 10 years from now! I have to listen to his dietary indiscretions. His sugar avoidance. I can’t eat that. I can’t eat this. I can’t do this. I can’t do that. It’s become a nightmare if and when we got to a restaurant. Dressing on the side. No salt in the preparation.
It’s gotten to the point that I have already planned and envisioned my life without him. I’m already looking for a new neighborhood to move to, alone and self-sufficient.
Rather than enjoy my life in the here and now, I’m bombarded with hubby’s and people’s illnesses. Whereby, I don’t give a rat’s ass because I am determined to enjoy each and every day I have been given. UGH! I have my own health problems too BUT I don’t dwell on them, research them or think about the ‘what ifs’. There’s a good chance I could develop lung cancer from all the damage that was done to me from second-hand smoke. But I’m not sitting around waiting for it to happen! Duh!
I understand that sometimes all older people want from others is just a listening ear. I get that. If that’s what you need and want, most hospitals have support groups. Go to the meetings and pour your hearts out. But please don’t burden us lay people with your troubles. Please don’t make your problems, our problems. Life is so hard as it is. Perhaps if you put a smile on your face and talk about something else, like the weather or your hobby, you might feel a bit better. I don’t know. But it is worth a try.
Or you could wind up like this couple, pictured here. They’ve given up on trying to make their lives as good as it can get. They are contemplating suicide, which is becoming more and more common. Stop thinking about your health issues. Stop talking and dwelling on it. Your mind controls your body. What you think, becomes what you feel. The power of suggestion, is just that: very powerful. Until then, I must excuse myself from your company because you are not going to drag me down with you.
End of rant.