I'm goin' to pieces. I can't seem to replace all my broken parts fast enough.
I started off slowly with only a broken hand and a few stitches before I reached thirty. But when I got closer to the golden years, stuff stared to happen. None of it good. All my years of heavy lifting from my teen years when I delivered tons and tons of beer to customers and later when I had the bird stores and unloaded tons of birdseed every week, I turned my spine into mush. A back operation failed miserably and eventually led to permanent damage to my nervous system that ultimately made me a cripple.
About the same time, I developed bladder cancer as a result of my early years of smoking. Out with the bladder and a few more parts. A couple of years later, the night before Kathy's wedding, the old appendix burst and left me in the hospital for over a week. I had a catarract removed a couple years later and shortly afterward discovered I was losing sight due to macular degeneration. A few years later while wintering in Florida, I had eye surgery on my left eye. A shunt and a drainage valve were placed in my left eye. A month later, the cataract was removed from my left eye and believe it or not, my eye sight actually improved to a point where I could see better than I had been able to for over 10 years.
Oh almost forgot about the right hip I broke in California.
The good news is that there aren't too many other things that can break down. Oops, I forgot something, my ears are not working right, so I need hearing aids.
My failed back surgery left me with a bad case of neuropathy in my feet. It affects my balance and feels like I 'm walking precariously on a bed of hot coals. Yes sir I am one helluva package. Isn't Georgie a lucky woman.
The way I figure it, all I nee to do is hang on for ten years or so and make the most of life and try to keep Georgie happy and in a good state of mind. I can't lay my problems on her. We'll be all right. I need to work on it.
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