Damage Control…

The term “damage limitation” is typically used to refer to the activity of limiting or containing the effects of an accident or error. 

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It was while I was struggling with a few yoga moves that it occurred to me that I could be wasting my time, as there are times when maintenance becomes damage control. I think I must be approaching that sad state of affairs.

For instance, my heart and lungs are old and stiff due to my advancing years. Estimated duration, 5 years.

My kidneys are also old and beginning to fail. Estimated duration, 15 years.

I haven’t succumbed to diabetes or dementia, and my brain still fires on all cylinders. Well, most of the time, anyway. If that ever decides to play up, it will all be over, bar the shouting.

It’s not as if medication is the answer, for what works for one condition tends to upset one of the others. Will the recently prescribed corticosteroids hold back the fall of Rome, or will the present blessed relief be only temporary?

As a writer, I am familiar with damage control. A form of this comes into play every time I pick up a pen and is how I control the tension in my stories.

These days though, I am allowing the ship to find its own way, and I follow behind, hoping for the best.

To be honest, I am not really enjoying growing old, but I am damn sure I can squeeze some life out of me yet!

23 thoughts on “Damage Control…

  1. We have to keep moving Jaye. I’m living proof of ‘don’t use it, you lose it’. I’ve always done exercises a few times a week until my husband went palliative and I ultimately lost him. The aftermath was more void and numbness. I had no desire to do anything and it became an effort to bend down and pick something up. I joined a gym last summer, and admittedly, the first few times was grueling in yoga class. But with going 3 times a week, I am stunned at how much flexibility I regained. 🙂 x

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  2. Oh,how I agree with you. So often I see some young person doing something, like skateboarding, for instance, and think ‘I’d like to do that.’ Then my body says to my brain, ‘Don’t be a silly old fool. Remember you’re not twenty anymore.’
    This was brought home to me when I took my grandchildren ice skating. I used to skate, and was quite good, so when they told me they expected me to go on the ice, too, I was quite ready and eager.
    But oh, no! Skating isn’t like riding a bike. You do forget. I struggled around once, holding onto the side, then gave up.
    My writing hasn’t suffered yet. At least I don’t think so., But there are times when I have to leave a blank until the word I want pops into my head.
    Yes, I agree. Growing old isn’t much fun, but it’s better than the alternative.


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