Day 68 - time to get over it

 Today is the 5th day of the 10th week, the 9th day of the 3rd month, the 68th day of 2023 [with only 289 shopping days until Christmas], and: 

• Amerigo Vespucci Day - despite the fact that indigenous peoples had lived in the Americas for thousands of years, it was this mapmaker who was  credited for having realized the land masses were indeed new continents, and in 1507 his name was affixed onto the maps, immortalizing him. 
• Barbie Day - introduced on this day back in 1959 at the American International Toy Fair in New York.  I am somewhat bemused that these days she is portrayed as a feminist
• False Teeth Day
• Get Over It Day
• Joe Franklin Day - supposedly a legendary talk show host who is credited with creating the genre back in 1951 and ran for 41 years. Looks like his show was pretty much local to NYC, so that may account for why I haven't heard of him 
• Nametag Day
• National Crab Meat Day
• National Meatball Day
• National Slam the Scam Day
• National Urban Educator Day
• Nutrition and Dietetics Technician, Registered Day
• Panic Day
• Popcorn Lovers Day
• Teacher's Day or Eid Al Moalim
• World Kidney Day

Quote of the day:
"Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what.  That's one of my favorite things to say, So what."

~ Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol 

Yesterday I was able to take a snapshot of the way my blood sugar bounces around during the day and night.  The range I am supposed to stay in seems very rigid to me as I am currently using the default range of 70 - 180 and I have an average of 143 right now, which means it is more-or-less under control, I guess, but I sure don't feel in control

It's the same story with the treatment for my lungs.  The pulmonologist is pleased with my progress, and the last test results were hopeful.  So why don't I  actually feel any better?

A word to the wise:  One thing you should never ever do, when you aren't feeling well, is google the symptoms.  Waking up in the morning and just not feeling "right" if that makes any sense, can lead you down the rabbit hole of convincing yourself that you are, if not ready for the morgue, should at least head for the ER and immediately surrender to medical technology!. Yesterday I read and shared an article about older folks feeling heightened levels of anxiety, and I totally understand that.  Are these vague symptoms signs of something else wrong?   Or am I being wimpy and self-pitying ?  Am I ignoring warning signals that presage a more serious condition?   Or have I become one of those oldsters who talk nothing but doctors and what's wrong with them?  I feel like that more than a little bit, but I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I should be doing something more or different.  

The issues of aging have become very real hereabouts as my co-workers are dealing with parents who have reached a point where they can no longer physically take care of themselves.  We have had discussions about the way in which their lives have been warped by the cost both financially and to the lives of their children.  Growing old and becoming a burden is a very real fear and adds to that anxiety.  One man said just today that his father often told him that when his time came, he would just resign from life - but hi son realizes now that once you start that slippery slope of declining health, it is hard to decide at what point one is willing to exit into the unknown - especially when the body fails but the mind remains.  There just don't seem to be very many options for elder care unless you are independently wealthy and can afford to hire people to do it for you

This getting old crap is much harder than I ever thought it would be, that's for sure, but I still have to admit, it is better than the alternative -  like WC Fields' proposed epitaph "on the whole, I would rather be in Philadelphia".  And so, I opt to "just keep on swimming"  and keep taking it one day at a time, albeit with some whining