Calling Marcus Welby

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I have been telling anyone who will listen to me anymore around here that as I just turned 66 years old last month, it’s time for me to write my autobiography. Working title: “From bar-tabs to co-pays in 40 short years”  Not that I was that much of a barfly, but the dichotomy between where your expenses go from your mid-twenties to your mid-sixties is extreme, to say the least.

And although I’ve learned about some ologists I’ve never heard of before in the last few years, my health is pretty good for an early-stage geezer. Next up, cataract surgery. It’s just that I feel like an automobile, the moment after the warranty expires, when all of the sudden you are hit with mechanical situations that you’ve never heard of before.

So here is my short Caregiver Curmudgeon’s Guide to Geezerhood.

P.S. the time is now to make these changes, after all you are closer to being 80 than you are to being 40.

I need a nap…


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