It’s 11:00 PM and I write these words on my iPad while sitting in my bed at the Phoebe Ministries nursing home/rehab complex in Allentown, Penn. My rehab stay will likely be four or five weeks, and follows a week in St. Luke’s Hospital in Bethlehem, PA., where I presented in their ER a week and a half ago with a 103-degree fever, (turned out to be pneumonia).
When I was younger (I’m 64), I could push back a pulmonary embolism or two and play a couple of hours of pick-up basketball (OK, a hyperbole, but you get the idea). These days, a bout of pneumonia knocks the stuffing out of me, setting me back six or seven weeks.
I started my rehab (Physical and Occupational Therapies) three days ago and struggled with the straightforward act of standing for 90 seconds. I’ve requested OT/PT seven-days a week. I can’t afford to slide back, which is what happens to me now as I grow older, after a day or two in bed.
I’ve been watching some television and am surprised at the number of ads and infomercials directly related to aging boomers: incontinence, high-calorie drinks, assisted living, etc. it’s positively mind-blowing. The’ve even got an infomercial touting a substance derived from jelly-fish for improved memory.
Beware and be vigilant. There are, unfortunately, a great number of fellow Baby boomers who feel very strongly about their mission to separate you from your savings.
Finally, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the ambient despair I saw today on many of the faces of residents who were also doing their therapy. Faces that said, “Why am I still alive?”
Faces of men and women just like you and me.