Today I turn 72 years of age.
I have only been in a hospital once, for a hernia repair back when in my thirties. Twelve years ago when a bout of the flu turned into pneumonia was the first time I ever went to an emergency room for care, twice (that was a life changing event!). Neither of those events were the fault of my body letting me down and for that I am very grateful. And so it wasn’t until in my eighth decade of life that I needed medical care and was placed on a prescription drug for the first time due to my body going haywire. I can take some solace in that. This current situation I can accept, if I have to, I guess. It’s no picnic. The things I am having to go through is giving me a good insight as to the tortures those poor souls had to endure during the Spanish Inquisition.