Imagine if at every change of year, those of us who have aged into seniorhood got a year younger. If the new year were really a NEW year for us rather than just the flipping of a calendar page, wouldn’t that be great? We could look forward to a burst of fresh energy and in a decade, we’d be downright bouncy and peppy!

I wish it worked that way. Instead as the year flips, we are a year older and just a wee bit more tired. From a health standpoint, this has been a difficult year for many of us. My little complaints seems silly compared to the seriousness of many other people who are fighting to stay alive while all I’m doing is hoping to feel a bit better. Mind you I’m not (at least I don’t think I am) seriously ill, but I’m battling flaring rheumatoid arthritis that has left me so tired all the time.

On the road? Enjoy the scenery

I’ll know more — at least I hope I’ll know more — after I see the hematologist in the beginning of January. I’m also anemic, so the combination of RA and low red blood cells have left me dragging around feeling too tired to do much of anything. Yet I’m not ill. I don’t have cancer. My heart is functioning fine though I’ll need a new battery in the pacemaker pretty soon. It’s a minor surgery, but unavoidable.

I’ve been anemic before. Actually, I’ve been slightly anemic most of my life, from childhood on. I’m older, so it’s worse. That’s the thing about aging: everything issue you’ve got gets a wee bit worse with each passing year. So even if you aren’t seriously ill, it’s difficult to find the sizzle you used to have.

My wish for the new year is to find some energy. A bit of zip! Even if it’s just for a couple of hours a day, I’d like some verve back. It’s not a big “ask,” so whoever is in charge of giving out this kind of thing? Send some this way please!

Also, while you are at it? Cast a spell over Earth and make it less depressing. It’s hard to feel bubbly when everything seems so bleak.

Categories: Anecdote

11 replies

  1. I just wish you and Garry a better 2023 and the necessary ‘joie de vivre’ to get up each day and find a few tiny bits of enjoyment (thinking of having some great little birds’ visits, some really cute squirrels, some perfect sunsets, etc). Take care.


  2. Oh m’ gosh, Marilyn, I have said for years we should be born old and get younger every year. Of course, that would also let us know how many years we have to live, unless we die mid aged before we become young. Having just endured my 80th birthday I hear you about all the aches, and wish I could find some energy someplace. It would be fantastic to wake up some morning (provided I had been sleeping) and get up without trying to unfold myself out of the bed. But every experimental body part that makes it up has some issues to resolve before unfolding the next one. And then there are the brain fuzzies to contend with after standing for a few seconds. It’s hard to believe I wanted to grow old once upon a time.
    Sending a prayer up for you and the testing and results. Waiting for those is painful in itself.


    • Garry’s hit 80 last April. I’ll be 76 in March. Neither of us are looking forward to our spring birthdays. It’s the tiredness that’s so hard to deal with. It has been a long time since I woke up in the morning and felt ready to take on the world or even take on my kitchen. I’m exactly as tired in the morning as I was when I went to bed the night before.

      As far as testing goes, I’m expecting to discover what I already know: that I’ve got a flaring case of rheumatoid arthritis to go with all the osteo arthritis — and I’m anemic. I’m betting they are going to run a lot of tests and discover nothing new. I’ve been anemic many times before and it just seems to be the way I’m built. At least the doctor is early in January. I was really glad when they moved the date up.


  3. I’m not a senior yet, and I like your reverse aging plan too! I’m in my late 30s, which sounds young until I mention that I really want children (hasn’t happened yet, unfortunately) – I’d love to go into 2023 with more optimism that children could actually happen.


    • These last years have made optimism tricky to say the least. I know Earth is in serious need of better treatment on every possible level, but the fear and frenzy is getting me down. Doom is probably creeping up our front walk, but I can’t deal with it all the time. I can’t fix it and it gets to me. I used to worry about OUR problems. Now I also obsess about the Earth. That’s a big load for these shoulders.


  4. Yes, we live in hope!


  5. I hear you, Marilyn. Tired, achy, blah. Yet doing better than so many. Cheers to a good 2023!


    • That “blah” flat feeling seems to inconsequential giving all the other people I know who are dealing with much bigger, more frightening issues. I wish that made me feel better! It turns out knowing how much worse off others are doesn’t really make you feel better.

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