Friday, June 15, 2018

The Older We Get....

It seems that as we age, health questions are plentiful but answers aren't easy to come by. This latest poem is a good example of just that.

Getting to the Bottom
By Patty Lynn

So here I sit just waiting, waiting for the doc.
She wanted to re-test me, my BP’s not so hot.
I don't know why it suddenly became so elevated.
It never was before, in fact, “just perfect" it was rated.

“So why the change, how come,”I ask,”I need an explanation.”
“Well, Pat, you suffer from old age, now that becomes your station!”
“Who me,” I say, “that can't be right, old people have that spot.
And I'm not old, you must be wrong, an oldster I am not!”

“Now, Pat,” she says,” your body, well, it isn't what it was.
Your BP sometimes bottoms out, you wonder why it does?”
“Of course, I do, and suddenly, why has it changed so much?
My dad, he was the only one whose BP wouldn't budge…

But Dad was grossly overweight so understandably.
So even though I'm not, we've got to find what works for me.
Now, there is something else for which I need a remedy
My balance problem’s getting worse & falling’s plaguing me!”

I'm glad I've finally got a chance to talk about my issues.
She's tested and ruled out so much, she’s thorough, it's official.
I'm thankful that it's not my heart, my brain, we've ruled those out,
But balance plagues me constantly, so PT is the route.”

I’ve started with a therapist, a guy I really like.
He helped me with my knees post-op, he'll know just how to strike…
A balance of what I can do and what I must accomplish,
A  way that I find doable, results that just astonish.

He put me through my paces, recorded how did,
Establishing a base line, a place from which to build.
I really think he'll help me reach my goal of finding balance
All I can say is that I'll give an effort that is valiant.

My hope is that when the Summer's gone my balance will be better.
And I won't live each day in fear, that I will take a header…
Down basement steps or in the tub or falling in my garden,
“Excuse me hosta, lilly too, and weeds, I beg your pardon.”

It's easy to get down about the things I'd like to do,
And figure that I'm just too old to learn a thing or two,
But with this special therapist who feels I can improve,
With practice, I'm determined to stay firmly “In the groove.”