When
I was younger, I was afraid of old people. By old, I mean 50 and older.
They always seemed to be making mean faces, looked grumpy and never had
anything nice to say - at least the ones I was around didn't. These
people were in church, school teachers, friends of the family and even
grandparents and were always arguing, complaining, grouchy and mean. I
wanted nothing to do with them.
Today, as I am climbing the age
ladder myself, I have grown to realize exactly why old people are mean,
hateful, grumpy and seldom have anything nice to say. Now mind you, I am
not one that likes the labeling scenario. But I think I truly might
have figured something out.
You see, as we get older our bodies deteriorate, and age just like the rest of us. Arthritis, bursitis, and other diseases are a big role as we age. And those diseases cause us to ache, and sometimes can even cripple those that have it. And if you put two and two together, you can realize that the more pain you are in, the lousier you feel.
Arthritis, Bursitis, and the Osteoporosis are degenerative diseases, eating at our knuckles, our bones, and making it harder to move, and do things. And the more inactive a person becomes with these diseases, the more painful it is. Your bones seem to lock down, lock up, and even the smallest movement can make your life a living hell. There is no upside.
Don't get me wrong, there are medications that a person can take, to settle some of the pain. And they can tell you to eat certain things to build stronger bones, and to help you stay healthier. But still, your body is still going to age, sooner or later. Yes, your own health and way of life, can make it depend on when these diseases can hit you. And they are cases, where some people don't even get them, it all depends on you, your family history, your way of life, and much more.
Whatever the case, putting this together, feeling my own ailments, watching my husband whine, cry and complain with me-as he continues to age, and ache- I see now, we are old people. We aren't pleased with ourselves, and the toll life is taking on us. And as we lay there trying to fall asleep at night, aching, complaining, and thinking-
I made the comment:
"I finally figured out why old people seem so mean and hateful!"
My husband wanted me to explain, and once I did, we both laughed. It's because of their pain and ailments!
You see, as we get older our bodies deteriorate, and age just like the rest of us. Arthritis, bursitis, and other diseases are a big role as we age. And those diseases cause us to ache, and sometimes can even cripple those that have it. And if you put two and two together, you can realize that the more pain you are in, the lousier you feel.
Arthritis, Bursitis, and the Osteoporosis are degenerative diseases, eating at our knuckles, our bones, and making it harder to move, and do things. And the more inactive a person becomes with these diseases, the more painful it is. Your bones seem to lock down, lock up, and even the smallest movement can make your life a living hell. There is no upside.
Don't get me wrong, there are medications that a person can take, to settle some of the pain. And they can tell you to eat certain things to build stronger bones, and to help you stay healthier. But still, your body is still going to age, sooner or later. Yes, your own health and way of life, can make it depend on when these diseases can hit you. And they are cases, where some people don't even get them, it all depends on you, your family history, your way of life, and much more.
Whatever the case, putting this together, feeling my own ailments, watching my husband whine, cry and complain with me-as he continues to age, and ache- I see now, we are old people. We aren't pleased with ourselves, and the toll life is taking on us. And as we lay there trying to fall asleep at night, aching, complaining, and thinking-
I made the comment:
"I finally figured out why old people seem so mean and hateful!"
My husband wanted me to explain, and once I did, we both laughed. It's because of their pain and ailments!
Published by Deneale K. Williams
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