Today we took dad to the emergency room. X rays showed Pneumonia. He ran out of inhaler, not that he even realized it because he kept using the empty case. So the doctor prescribed some meds and some inhaler like device to help him clear out his lungs. He also has swimmer's ear. Hell if I know how he got it.
Mom seems to be doing well. Nothing major with her, just slower than usual, and her knees hurt and she gets tired easily . . . achaques strike again.
Dad just doesn't seem to be paying attention to what's going on. He has been having a hard time breathing but kept saying he was fine, just fine. He doesn't want to face it. He seems to think that he'll get better soon.
I keep seeing them and I keep seeing me.
Me in some years but me.
Me in the future.
Still me.
Their house has spots that are clean and perfect and some that have some sort of life growing on it (like the bathroom windows).
Yeah, got that at my place. Hey! Don't judge. I am opening my soul here.
I wonder just how much of these "achaques" (see an earlier post on this) can be prevented . . . how much is inevitable . . . and how much is just part and parcel of old age.
Its hard to see those formerly strong people that guided your life, and helped you along, and even punished you, getting older and frailer.
Its hard to see the strong dad who was up for anything and working hard at all he did become a small old man who emotionally hugs you every time he sees you.
Its hard to see a strong willed mom who is still working hard at what she loves (teaching) and who presented you with so much extras in your life, become an old woman who can't stop saying your name because she is so grateful to have you around.
Part of me feels comfort.
Part of me feels sadness.
Part of me is just grateful to have them in my life this long.
No point to this. Merely sharing. Merely contributing some thoughts.
Share yours with me, will ya?
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