Now I know what the saying “Getting old isn’t for the faint of heart” means. While crossing Alvarado Street last week, just about in the middle of the road, I had a lightheaded, dizzy, loss-of-balance type feeling. Not the kind from growing up in the 60’s, but a real attention-grabber, like Fred Sanford’s “the big one.” The next thing I remember was some kid yelling, “What’s the matter with you, old man? Stopping in the middle of the street, I coulda killed you!” I mustered up enough energy to ask him to kindly wait a few minutes—I seemed to be taking care of it for him. After getting home and checking my blood pressure, which is usually high, and my sugar level, which does whatever it wants, and finding both to be in the tolerable range, I called and made an appointment to see my doctor. Two days later I’m in the waiting room with my list (longer than my grocery list) of ailments. My first clue should have been getting an appointment in two days. It really hit me when I had to ask the doctor to humor me and listen to my heart and look in my ears before I left. I rushed to the drugstore to get the two new pills and special supplements the doctor prescribed. Here I sit, three days later—blood pressure’s up, sugar’s up. I lost some weight (not sure how much $250 in tens and twenties weighs). I know we’re not a political publication, but at the rate I’m going, I’ll vote for anyone who gives me half off on Depends!

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