I’ve heard it so often it just irks me at this point, still, it’s true. Growing older is not for sissies. But by the time you’re growing older, you know that life isn’t for sissies. I have been enduring a condition that occurs to people as they age. I don’t want to go into detail. It’s enough to say it’s painful and enervating; carries with it a low-grade and exhausting fever and needs antibiotics to go away.
It’s not that “aging” is the big challenge; it’s that parts of us wear out and how that happens is related to genetics and the way we use our bodies.
So this morning I got up early to shower before going to the doctor in Del Norte. She’s great. Her name is Heidi Helgeson and I wasn’t very nice to her this morning because I didn’t feel well. I imagine she gets a lot of crotchety old folks and I’m sorry to add to that… She examined me, corroborated my diagnosis, and sent prescriptions to the pharmacy in Alamosa. Here in the San Luis Valley, the distances are pretty far, but the traffic is light.
Beside the Rio Grande Hospital and Clinic in Del Norte is a ranch with bison. I decided to go out where I could see their lovely shaggy immensity and enjoy the beauty of this day and the absolutely amazing reality of living where I do.