"What’s the secret to having a smoking hot body in old age? Cremation." ~ Readers Digest online

Good morning and welcome to the second day of this brand new week that God has allowed us to wake up and seek Him and His provision on this Monday, June 8, 2026. One of the things you hear much about from older folks is their experiences as they seek to interact with those providing their health care. I've been writing these blogs since the summer of 2007 and I betcha that truth could be validated in my own writings. By comparison, I most likely wrote very little about health care earlier in my sojourn. At the same time I have killed a lot of keystrokes writing about my nearly 25 year battle with Type 2 Diabetes. Today, as I near the road sign marked 80, I spend a fair amount of my waking hours chasing down a variety of medical specialties, and, that gives old people something to talk about. It's like two ladies in the waiting room sharing all the gory details of their most recent surgeries. My primary care for several years recently retired. I have a new one. My old primary care told me that getting my prescriptions authorized by the new doctor should not be a problem. Wait just a cotton picking minute! So, today I get to meet, live and in person, my new primary care because they want to see me before rubber stamping my prescription renewals. No problem. I don't have a need to see him but they have a need to see me. See? My wife has seen him already and she has already built a rapport with him. They had a follow up via teleconference the other day and I heard them laughing it up. Really? The first challenge will be to get his name even close. Dr. Phetsamong Nhonthachit is his name. My pulmonologist told me to think about it like 'no-touch-it' said together, Dr. Notouchit. Oh well, I mention all of this because it is how days are often defined for older people. It seems we find ourselves always getting ready to get ready....and so it goes. Welcome to my world. 

 

I mentioned that stereotypical comment about the two ladies sharing their surgery stories, well, move over ladies, because older men, (full disclosure requires me to say I are one.), they are not in the least bit reticent when it comes to sharing their medical stories. I will say this about how things go in today's world. I spend a fair amount of time in waiting rooms. That used to produce a plethora of stories in the wide ranging conversations being exchanged. Not so much anymore. Why? If there is a WIFI signal, everyone is looking at their phone screen instead of blabbing stuff to their neighbor. I still get some great material from time to time as the wisdom of Yogi Berra helps, "You can observe a lot by watching." If you don't know who Yogi Berri is, maybe you should try one of those blogs devoted to pets. Joking only. I've said before and will say again, being in the waiting room often reminds me of how blessed I am. My heart typically breaks for the little ones who appear to be dealing with serious health challenges. Look the other way? No. Pray for them as you see them and seek God's provision on their behalf. Sure. There's some funny stuff too. Old people going to the wrong door when they hear their name called, the elderly wife mothering her husband can produce some gems, and, then, I saved the last because it is the one I know the most about. Me. I actually have thought about who it might be that will look at me and find something to write about in their blog. I also get to see the joy on many faces when I hand them one of my Santa Claus photo cards. Kids. Yes. But, I quickly add, kids of all ages. Okay. That should be enough, already. Right? Y'all have yourselves a great day and may God add His blessings. Amen. 

Early in my Santa journey I learned a universal truth: You cannot please everyone, no matter how hard you try!