A doctor's visit

There are a few stars, celebrities, that look great inn their 60s and 70s. Consider that they have had chefs, personal trainers, etc. for years and their appearance isn't the norm.

It doesn't make going to the doc on a regular basis any more fun. I have high blood pressure, they are looking for something that will control it, arthritis, hypothyroidism and an immune system that is going completely wacky this cold and flu system. (No, I didn't have the flu.)

I had what I thought was a horrible cold two weeks ago. Nothing cut into it. I chatted with the doc during the time period. Since, I didn't have a fever, she declared it a respiratory infection. Nope, today I realized the pain in the back of my ear is my mastoid bone. (Look up if not familiar.) I had the beginning of a very serious secondary infection. So, off to the pharmacy and going home with a boat load of pills. Not a fun day.

Not giving up on my new exercise routine despite all of this. Just perhaps the pain behind my ear would have been worse without those exercises trying to improve my immune system. For those who are unaware hypothyroidism means your immune system is attacking your thyroid.

It would have been nice to have someone else other than my roommate to share this with.

Home tomorrow and back to some writing that might earn me some money.

A divorced journey/getting older

You know. You see them around different points in town. They are either waiting by the bus stop or pushing one of the funny looking grocery carts. They are the women who have no one to share their shopping duties with. They either don't own a car or no longer can see well enough to pass the drivers' test vision requirement. You think what that person needs is someone to help them with such things.

Well, unfortunately, there are millions of us getting older. The boomers are a good portion of the general populace. In this demographic, there are many divorcees. Sometimes I think I am the only one with these issues. I became one of those old ladies with no one to help do anything. I struggle with groceries, errands, buses, and nutty cab drivers. Not all of us got remarried. I chat with others in my state at the bus stop sometimes. There are many out there.

Even though I have adult children and two roommates; nevertheless, I am alone. What did I do wrong to get here? Was there something I should have done differently? Maybe, but I can't think of an absolute answer.

I will be exploring more of these ideas and the personal journey in how I got here. No one ever tells the true story of divorce.

Laura Bell