Pugwash's peg-leg

Pushing 80. I hate when people say things like "Age is only a number." and "Only 78years young!" Words spoken by Pollyanna ninnies with no clue. They've yet to have faced their mortality eye to eye. Like when the "Who" sang " I hope I die before I get old." :eek: I wonder how they feel about it now 60+ years on.
Pug, I personally look for your posts first thing in the day.
Getting these posts at least tells me you are still here and not giving up. Please don't. We are your friends here and from what I see are all more or less your contemporaries in age and experience. We are vitally (as in we love life) and compellingly interested in your well-being.
Hearing from you gives us hope. I pray that our sincere interest and concern does the same for you!
I pray that today will be better than yesterday.
Most sincerely, Pete
 
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Peter Gutterman said:
Pushing 80. I hate when people say things like "Age is only a number." and "Only 78years young!" Words spoken by Pollyanna ninnies with no clue. They've yet to have faced their mortality eye to eye. Like when the "Who" sang " I hope I die before i get old." :eek: I wonder how they feel about it now 60+ years on.
Pug, I personally look for your posts first thing in the day.
Getting these posts at least tells me you are still here and not giving up. Please don't. We are your friends here and from what I see are all more or less your contemporaries in age and experience. We are vitally (as in we love life) and compellingly interested in your well-being.
Hearing from you gives us hope. I pray that our sincere interest and concern does the same for you!
I pray that today will be better than yesterday.
Most sincerely, Pete
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Wise words from one so young, Peter.

How eloquent your words are.
I too have pondered upon the 'Who' lyrics and agree with the point you make,
Yet that song had its context; that being the frustrations of youth in a world at odds with the associated existential angst of a mind fighting with reality and the steady loss of certainty that a mature mind accepts.

As to my present circumstances. I simply see this is a culmination of a life yet to be lived,
How I remember hearing the phrase 'That boy has an old head on young shoulders'.
Or more appropriately, 'That lad is a fighter!'

To me there is no alternative but to move on, from whatever difficulties life throws your way.
Usually a little introspection and effort eventually brings positive results.

And now I'm in an unfamiliar land, with seemingly insurmountable issues and having to ask for help at every turn.
At the moment I don't have much of an option, but to 'go with the flow'; yet if a useful branch is within reach, it seems a wise thing to do and grasp it.

Here I am, one finger typing, periodically gasping in pain, yet feeling these words connect me to something worthwhile, sharing kindness with a small (?) group of individuals who, on the face of it have a limited shared experience and finding this experience is limitless, so long as there are generous folk, prepared to share supportive companionship.

Another long winded attempt to say 'thank you' to you all,
 
Pugwash..I presume you are in the UK.. are there not services to help you at home? I would think you qualify when if and when you are (now?) home.. Again, we are all pulling for you..not having friends/ family to help adds to the challenge..I was blessed to have both during my minor issues..You have some Winston Churchill in you..it will get better.. you survived for a reason.. I was 19 days in hospital ..dirt bike accident..then my race car (1959 MGA coupe) lost a carb body as a safety wire was not reattached, car filled with 112 octane..got her stopped and ran like hell..somehow it didn't go alright.. Three years ago, while fishing in Alaska, we lost our power , nav and radio (no eperb) and were three days adrift ,,luckily we were spotted and towed in..My point is I and you are here for a purpose and I don't mean to be pompous , arrogant or assumptive.. after 76 years of living on the edge..I'm more reflective and at 60 me a lovely lady , mow my wife..three grown professional stepdaughters and five grandkids,,we do slotcars, build boats and ride dirt bikes. Who would have thought I, a self absorbed hoodlum , would end up like this..The prostate/ heart issues were God's way of humbling me and realize every day is a gift... Pug, you are still here, as painful as it is..it will get better..and know that you have many in absentia people who truly care about you albeit frustrated with geographic constraints.. I'm not a religious guy, but believe there is a plan for us.. Take care Pug John ( Manning16)
 
John, thank you for your kind words and sharing your story.

This morning I was privileged to receive the customary smug smoke and mirror doctors presence.
After listening to me (my guess is a possible injury to my pelvis) he rolled his eyes, saying he'd be back 'later'. Yep, heard that before!

Then a young man with a bag of tools came to lengthen my wheelchairs wheelbase - no more wheelies!

Home needs extensive re-development to take me and a wheelchair, I estimate that will take a year!

Had enough, just now, but thanks again, john, for your contribution to my 'party'.

EDIT
Doctor gave me a cursory examination and told me to expect a visit to 'medical imaging' for an X-Ray at least.
A small boost to my confidence; at least he's listening.
 
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