A Bottle of Fine Wine? Really?

I wish I could remember things with the ease that I display in writing. Stories and facts that seem to flow so easily, only come because someone in my head is telling me what to say. In my real life, I have CRS! (Can't remember s**t)

Honestly, I never thought I would see the day that I've put all my pills into little containers marked by day. When you develop a daily routine, it's so hard to recall if you're remembering taking your medications from yesterday or if you actually did walk into the bathroom, open that medicine chest and ingest the pills.

I'm reaching many new "high points" in life.

One day my bladder was fine, the next day it wasn't. If I gave into the feeling I have constantly, I'd move my computer into the bathroom so I could just sit on the commode all day. I guess I really do need the Vesicare the doctor prescribed. I stopped taking it because I didn't believe him. Who's the idiot now?

Yep...I started it again yesterday. I honestly need to stop second guessing my doctor even though everything I've read lately tells me to question him. Let me be the first to tell you that you can't self-diagnose and expect to get good results simply from reading information on the web. I guess that's why Dr. Nachnani has a degree in medicine and I don't. :)

I love Reader's Digest, but then I think you know that because I quote them so often. You might want to pick one up and peruse the section on Emergency Rooms; it was quite interesting, and a little scary, but it imparts some words of wisdom you might want to know.

On the other hand, while trying to be more aware of "health issues" I'm questioning whether or not it's safe to eat in restaurants anymore. The article from "wait people" in last month's issue was disturbing to say the least, along with the call in on the Doctor's show this morning. Did you know that lemons, celery sticks, and other garnishes are kept in containers filled with water, and every person working there has dipped their hand into it all day long? Even after they've handed their tip money, cleaned tables, shuffled dirty utensils to the kitchen? Maybe we need germ exposure to keep safe.

I've eaten out all these years and done fine, except for at a buffet. I've crossed those off my list after riding with my husband in his truck for a few months, and viewing the people lined up in front of me during dinner. Most truck stops offer buffet for convenience. The day I watched the man in front of me blow his nose then pick up the same spoon I was expected to use, turned me off. Plus, as much as I respect truck drivers, the hygiene issue is a little iffy with most of them. My husband is the polar opposite, and I think it's because of all the baby powder he applies frequently. Slap him, and you'll cause a dust storm. *lol*

I've started out of this room at least four times to do something, but before I get to the door, I've forgotten what it was. It will come to be eventually, but what worries me most is that one day in the near future I'm going to leave my grandson standing in front of his school because I'm still home trying to recall what I've forgotten.

Since childhood, I've listened to this quote, "Life is like wine, it grows better with age." I'd like to meet the person who said that and have a deep discussion with them. In looking for the source, I found the true quote...and it makes much more sense:
"Life is like wine, the longer you take to enjoy it the more chance you've got of tasting vinegar."

Unfortunately, I cannot credit the "quotees" because I don't know who they are, but I can tell you that I've reached the VINEGAR STAGE.