Getting older

On Wednesday I go for my first Colonoscopy. I wanted to cancel it so bad. Tomorrow I start an all liquid diet. Chicken broth, orange or lime jello and plain tea. It sounds like something old people do. When did I become one of them old people. I'm now closer to 51 han 50. Half a century.

I used to look at 50 year olders with such contempt. I would never be like them I vowed. I would look at them at the gym and dare that they came near me. My skin would stay firm and taut. My hair, always brown. My teeth would be in my mouth. I would never need glasses. I would never get a little dog.

Now, I have a glasses set in places throughout the house. My hair has streaks of grey. I wear two hearing aids. I pulled a muscle in my back lifting my 75 pound 12 year old Golden Retriever up into the back of the truck.

Now, I live in Palm Springs, where the average age is deceased. Though more younger people arrive daily. I'm a spring chicken again. As it should be. At the gym, I look at the 70 year olders with contempt. I will never become like them I vow. I will never get wrinkles around my eyes. My hair won't fall out. I won't need ankle braces and wrist guards. I won't drive a big car.

Catch me in a few years. Hopefully, I'll have contempt for the 90 year olders walking around with oxygen masks and canes. It'll never be me I'll say.