That being said, once involved in discussions about most topics in the aforementioned areas, I could provide a good give and take with people of most ranks. That opened up a lot of lively discussions about society in general, the state of the economy, history and more. I found the whole process of verbal interchange exciting, informative and entertaining.
Then something happened that changed the course of my conversations. Those discussions I once looked forward to suddenly evaporated, replaced by a never ending litany of discourses about the experiences of my associates with the latest medical issues, illnesses, procedures, drugs physical therapy, broken bones and the horrible fate awaiting so many of us: Alzheimer’s.
Instead of the lively sessions spent discussing our trips, golf scores, cruises, grand kids and business experiences, the conversations shifted completely to those things we all were now experiencing. I am not certain how or when it all changed, but what ever took place was a result of my friends getting old, then older. I guess it happened to me as well in a sneaky kind of way. What we converse about now are those things that occupy our minds -- at least those of us whose minds have retained enough sharpness to remain in the game.
Instead of hi, what’s new, the typical greeting is hi, how ya feeling today or my favorite: how your pooping coming along? That of course is an open invitation to hear in complete detail all the details of your friends latest bowel movement plus a complete rundown on all his aches, pains and related medical diagnoses. In retrospect, it’s not difficult to understand why. After all, these are the things that occupy our aging minds these days. It’s what we do and I must say, we have got pretty damned good at it.
We kindred grey bearded and blue haired folks gather once or twice a month at Dr. Belgiano’s haven, seeking advice and updates on our blood work and the latest breakthroughs.
Instead of spending a couple of hours at our favorite saloon with old friends and a friendly bar keeper, we spend our time with the staff here at the clinic with the people who help us understand our test results and treatment plans. We become familiar with the terminology and function of body parts we never really knew the purpose of. When we finally conclude our visit, we leave with more medical knowledge than most second year med students. I only wish they would serve cold beer.
All we learn here will serve as fodder for the next round of conversations we will have with our group. They in turn I am certain, will have new medical adventures of their own to share. We all learn from one another.
So much for the conversational skills of the elderly. If you, as a younger person have a hard time relating to what I am saying, believe me when I tell you, that you will find out for yourself sooner than you might care to.
In the meantime, enjoy your youthful BMs and your BMW too.