Except for my 63rd birthday on the sixth, the month of February, 2012, was been full of frustration, anxiety, and anger (While I don’t enjoy the annual reminder of aging, I do like to receive presents).
Frankly, I haven’t felt completely well for quite some time; I cut back to part-time work several years ago, before retiring completely, because of decreasing mobility, a general lack of wellness and stamina, and a rather sour attitude.
Currently, I take nine medications daily, five of which warn of “dizziness and drowsiness,” with the admonition not to “drive or operate machinery.” The warnings are highly accurate; the admonitions more than prudent.
On far too many days, I can’t handle my Vespa GTS 250 safely – hence the sour attitude and the anger.
I visited my doctor to find out what I could do to get off the medications.
“You should watch your diet more closely, exercise, and lose weight,” said my doctor.
“Well, I do exercise,” I replied, not convincingly, for I was truly stretching the concept of exercise.
“Well, it’s not working,” said the doctor, knowingly. “It’s time to pay the piper.”
So, there it is. Eat wisely, exercise properly, lose weight reasonably. Or forget about riding the GTS, because if it’s dangerous to drive a car with my current medications, riding a scooter is, well, about a mile past insanity.
Time to pay the piper – I hope he takes VISA.
