Happy Birthday, More or Less
I turned 55 years old today. Birthdays used to be a day of celebration, but as you age, they become a day of reflection of times past and a reminder of the ticking biological clock that we all watch. Where did it (time) all go?
I started working as a PA at age 22. I almost did not get hired because I was too young. All of my patients in this adult practice were older than me. I was actually the youngest person on staff. Five years later, I started working in a small family practice with lots of kids. About half of the patients were now younger than me. Now, I work in pediatrics. All of the patients are younger than me, as well as half of the doctors. The Circle of a Professional Life.
I was born with very blond hair; nearly white. In high school, my hair became light brown. After college, my hair was dark brown. After a few kids, and age 30, my hair was streaked in silver. Now, for the last five or more years, my hair is white again. I am not going bald. If anything, I have much more hair but growing out of my nose and ears. I have to trim my eyebrows. There are now Sasquatch sightings reported the day after I go to the beach. When I hear a child yell, "Grandpa!" I turn to see if they are referring to me.
I have my health issues, too. I have arthritis, high blood pressure, and I weigh more than I should. I never drank alcohol or smoked, but I love a good chocolate chip cookie(s) from time to time...more often than I should. I don't officially exercise but I am very active, both at work and at home. We have a dust-covered treadmill currently used to hang up my pants. I have some stress, all self-inflicted. We take an active role in grandchildren and aging parents. I work too much, but when you love your job(s), work is part of your relaxation.
I dread going to work today. Our large office makes such a big deal about birthdays. There will be streamers hung all over my office; confetti on my keyboard. A huge cake will be in the break room. Staff and co-workers will be singing "Happy Birthday." (Yeah, right!). They are happy because it isn't their birthday! My little patients will carry off my birthday balloons throughout the day. My wife will buy me something that I will end up paying for on the credit card. I will have a nice meal and perhaps some dessert. Then, it will be over...until next year.
I guess it isn't that bad turning 55. My brother is going to be 63! My wife will turn 60, although most people think she looks considerably younger than me. She doesn't like it when I point out the age discrepancy. By hanging out with these older folks, I can grab at some of the last remaining pleasures of feeling younger.
I plan on retiring from my full-time day job in 11 years, assuming that my savings will permit this departure from the work force. I suspect that I will be still working with WebMD, perhaps from a lap top at my massage chair. (Hold on, let me live that thought for a moment).
I suspect retirement may be boring, but there is nothing like a vacuum of time to fill the void of work around the house. I would like to travel, as long as it isn't with other old people (With the exception of present friends and family). I promise never to wear two types of plaid, even on a golf course. I promise to learn golf. I will not buy a big, gas-guzzling car so that only my head sticks up over the seat. I will drive the speed limit and not slower. I will not have the grandchildren pull my finger, even if it is dislocated. I will not dye my hair and pretend to be younger. I will not walk around the house in boxer shorts and those sleeveless t-shirts. I will watch my diet as long as I can eat what I watch. I will remain physically active, but not climb on the roof anymore. I will not move to Florida or Arizona. I will not move to a manufactured home in a retirement park. I will not buy an RV. I will share my life's wisdom with my grandchildren, even though they may not be interested. I will not ride around on one of those big chair scooters unless I have no other options. I will try and gradually give away all of my stuff so the kids won't have anything to fight over when I'm gone.
And, I will try and have as many birthdays as I can, even though I hate 'em.
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I started working as a PA at age 22. I almost did not get hired because I was too young. All of my patients in this adult practice were older than me. I was actually the youngest person on staff. Five years later, I started working in a small family practice with lots of kids. About half of the patients were now younger than me. Now, I work in pediatrics. All of the patients are younger than me, as well as half of the doctors. The Circle of a Professional Life.
I was born with very blond hair; nearly white. In high school, my hair became light brown. After college, my hair was dark brown. After a few kids, and age 30, my hair was streaked in silver. Now, for the last five or more years, my hair is white again. I am not going bald. If anything, I have much more hair but growing out of my nose and ears. I have to trim my eyebrows. There are now Sasquatch sightings reported the day after I go to the beach. When I hear a child yell, "Grandpa!" I turn to see if they are referring to me.
I have my health issues, too. I have arthritis, high blood pressure, and I weigh more than I should. I never drank alcohol or smoked, but I love a good chocolate chip cookie(s) from time to time...more often than I should. I don't officially exercise but I am very active, both at work and at home. We have a dust-covered treadmill currently used to hang up my pants. I have some stress, all self-inflicted. We take an active role in grandchildren and aging parents. I work too much, but when you love your job(s), work is part of your relaxation.
I dread going to work today. Our large office makes such a big deal about birthdays. There will be streamers hung all over my office; confetti on my keyboard. A huge cake will be in the break room. Staff and co-workers will be singing "Happy Birthday." (Yeah, right!). They are happy because it isn't their birthday! My little patients will carry off my birthday balloons throughout the day. My wife will buy me something that I will end up paying for on the credit card. I will have a nice meal and perhaps some dessert. Then, it will be over...until next year.
I guess it isn't that bad turning 55. My brother is going to be 63! My wife will turn 60, although most people think she looks considerably younger than me. She doesn't like it when I point out the age discrepancy. By hanging out with these older folks, I can grab at some of the last remaining pleasures of feeling younger.
I plan on retiring from my full-time day job in 11 years, assuming that my savings will permit this departure from the work force. I suspect that I will be still working with WebMD, perhaps from a lap top at my massage chair. (Hold on, let me live that thought for a moment).
I suspect retirement may be boring, but there is nothing like a vacuum of time to fill the void of work around the house. I would like to travel, as long as it isn't with other old people (With the exception of present friends and family). I promise never to wear two types of plaid, even on a golf course. I promise to learn golf. I will not buy a big, gas-guzzling car so that only my head sticks up over the seat. I will drive the speed limit and not slower. I will not have the grandchildren pull my finger, even if it is dislocated. I will not dye my hair and pretend to be younger. I will not walk around the house in boxer shorts and those sleeveless t-shirts. I will watch my diet as long as I can eat what I watch. I will remain physically active, but not climb on the roof anymore. I will not move to Florida or Arizona. I will not move to a manufactured home in a retirement park. I will not buy an RV. I will share my life's wisdom with my grandchildren, even though they may not be interested. I will not ride around on one of those big chair scooters unless I have no other options. I will try and gradually give away all of my stuff so the kids won't have anything to fight over when I'm gone.
And, I will try and have as many birthdays as I can, even though I hate 'em.
Related Topics: Will You Gain Weight in Retirement?, Seniors Urged to Join Medicare RX Plan
Technorati Tags: birthdays, retirement, aging




