I am at that point in life when I find myself going to the doctor or hospital much more often. Aches and pains that used to be alleviated with a couple of aspirins and a day in bed now need better care and stronger medicine. Instead of hearing “ice it down and stay off your feet for a while,” I am now told, ominously, “I can replace a knee, I can even replace a hip; but I have nothing to replace a lower back.”
Every medical visit now involves a myriad of tests and procedures, and the analysis of various results so a strategy for my future wellbeing can be formulated. Of course, this health plan always comes with the same old bromides (eat less, drink less, less stress, more sleep, more exercise) and the knowledge that at some point I will have to return for another battery of tests and a new set of marching orders. After all, good health is no guarantee, and as I grow older I’ve come to realize I need to monitor and react to it in a much more timely fashion.