Healthier Than Thou

Every once in a while, I run into someone I haven’t seen in a while. Someone who’s around my age. Someone who really means it when asking, “How are you?”

But we both know what that question really means. “Are you holding together as well as I am or better?”

The funny thing about that is most “people of age”—a designation inspired by “people of color,” which strikes me as equally silly since all of us are SOME color and all of us are SOME age—pass up the opportunity to be honest.

Probably because they don’t want to chance learning that the other person is healthier. Or in terrible shape.

I’m rarely as honest as I could be. I mean, I’m not about to say, “I have a pain that makes walking, standing, and lying down anywhere from uncomfortable to painful at times, and the doctor hasn’t been able to figure out or solve the problem.” Not unless I’m talking to someone I want to urge to move on without further discussion.

I suppose I can honestly say, “Well, I’m able to get eight or nine hours of sleep every night.” No need to add that I normally still feel tired when I get up and nearly always take a short afternoon nap. Sometimes two. Concurrently.

pillBotlesOr should I whip out the list of medications I keep in my wallet? My doctor’s office loves me because that printed list keeps me from having to pronounce the names of my regular medicines and keeps the nurse from having to figure out what I’m trying to say when I mispronounce them.

 

That kind of list-sharing with other people of age would have drawbacks, though. Mine might look pretty puny next to theirs. I wouldn’t want to think my health might not be as good as theirs.

On the other hand, my list might look humongous. If I take more kinds of medicine, does that mean I’m actually healthier? I don’t want to admit it pretty doesn’t.

Maybe “I’m fine, thanks.” is a sufficiently honest response to “How are you?” from another person of equal age.

Thanks for letting me share these thoughts with you. Please feel free to leave a comment. What do YOU think about this subject?

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The Daily Challenge

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A few years ago, a friend of mine introduced me to “The Daily Challenge.” I joined and receive a health-related challenge via email every day. There are thousands of other participants. Today’s Challenge was to describe how to use a whole grain product for breakfast. Often, the challenges relate to things I already do, as with this one. The challenges may include some type of exercise or something specific to look up information about (e.g., where to find a local electronics recycling place or what the symptoms of diabetes are).

Clicking “Done” in the message takes me to their website to describe how I did the challenge and indicate that my comment may be shared with everyone. Then I may be asked anywhere from one to three of the following questions (there are more, but these are the ones I remember):

  • Did you experience the following feeling during A LOT OF THE DAY yesterday: Sadness?
  • Did you experience the following feeling during A LOT OF THE DAY yesterday: Happiness?
  • In the last seven days, on how many days did you exercise for 30 or more minutes?
  • Did you experience the following feeling during A LOT OF THE DAY yesterday: Physical pain?

From that point, the Challenge gives me a grade for my wellness in specific areas (e.g., physical health, emotional well-being) and asks whether the Challenge was fun, whether it helped my well-being, etc.

Hmm. A harmless exercise…and sometimes quite good.

As a Christian who depends on God’s help day in and day out, at least I don’t have any reason to view life itself as a Daily Challenge. Life for me isn’t the shadowy existence represented by the far right photo above.

No matter what happens on any given day. It’s all in God’s hands. He may allow certain things to happen I’d rather avoid. But I have faith that He’s using everything for His—and my—ultimate good.

God is a loving Father. How could He not want the best for me—even when circumstances are less than ideal? The ultimate reward is yet to come.

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By the way, “On Aging Gracelessly” isn’t my only blog. I use “As I Come Singing”check it out here--to post lyrics of the Christian songs I’ve written over the last fifty years. Free lead sheets (tune, words, and chords) are available for many of them. Check here to see the list.

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Roger

 

 

Healthier Than Thou

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Every once in a while, I run into someone I haven’t seen in a while. Someone who’s around my age. Someone who really means it when asking, “How are you?”

But we both know what that question really means. “Are you holding together as well as I am or better?”

The funny thing about that is most “people of age”—a designation inspired by “people of color,” which strikes me as equally silly since all of us are SOME color and all of us are SOME age—pass up the opportunity to be honest. Probably because they don’t want to chance learning that the other person is healthier.

I’m never as honest as I could be. I mean, I’m not about to say, “I have some cysts that make walking and standing anywhere from uncomfortable to painful at times, and having them removed might not solve the problem.” Not unless I’m talking to someone I want to urge to move on without further discussion.

I suppose I could always say, “Well, I’m able to get eight or nine hours of sleep every night.” No need to add that I normally still feel tired when I get up and nearly always take a short afternoon nap. Sometimes two. Concurrently.

Or should I whip out the list of medications I keep in my wallet? My doctor’s office loves me because that printed list keeps me from having to pronounce the names of my regular medicines and keeps the nurse from having to figure out what I’m trying to say when I mispronounce them.

List-sharing with other people of age would have drawbacks, though. While it doesn’t take any effort at all to get my father-in-law to share his medicine list—and does he evermore have a lot of them—mine looks puny next to his.

Does that mean I’m healthier? I should hope so! But that’s beside the point. He’s twenty years older than me. The fact that he’s still alive must mean that I’m, uh, well, maybe it means HE’S healthier.

Maybe “Good to see you. I’m fine, thanks.” is an honest enough response to “How are you?”

Thanks for letting me share these thoughts with you. Please feel free to leave a comment. What do YOU think about this subject?

Best regards,
Roger