By that I mean when we get to be 70 year-olds, and those every day things that we take for granted now, start to get more and more difficult with each passing year.
This is something that happened at an assisted living center.
Like many assisted living centers, the people who live there each have their own small apartments, but they all eat at a central cafeteria.
One morning, one of the residents didn’t show up for breakfast, so my wife went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if everything was ok.
She could hear through the door that he was moving, and he said that he was running a little late, and would be down to breakfast shortly.
So she went back to the dining area and joined the rest of us eating our breakfast.
An hour later, he still hadn’t arrived downstairs, so my wife went back up towards his room, and she found him on the stairs.
He was coming down the stairs very slowly, but it was obviousl that he was having a hell of time doing it.
He had a death grip on the hand rail, and seemed to have trouble getting his legs to work right.
Very concerned, she told him she was going to call an ambulance, but he told her no, he wasn’t in any pain and just wanted to have his breakfast.
So she helped him the rest of the way down the stairs and he had his breakfast.
However, when he tried to return to his room, he was completely unable to get up even the first step, so they called an ambulance for him.
A couple of hours later, my wife called the hospital to see how he was doing.
The receptionist there said he was fine, he just had both of his legs in one leg of his boxer shorts.
Oh the joys we have to look forward to… Just shoot me now!
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