A terribly frail elderly couple came into my office today. The gentleman is ninety two years old. He has horn- rimmed glasses perched atop the fragile bridge of his nose. He is hobbling in on his rolater. (In case you don’t have the pleasure of knowing what a rolater is, it is one of those super snazzy walkers that have a seat and brakes that all the cool seniors are sporting these days.) His was candy apple red, like a race car.
He uses every ounce of strength to sit down in the examination room, grimacing with pain. After the pleasantries of greeting him, he says, “Doc, I got to have a cortisone shot for my joints. I am just achy all over.”
“The cold weather must be really getting to your bones,” I nod sympathetically.
He grinned sheepishly at me, “Nah Doc, that’s not it. I know what I done.”
I wait with baited breath. Could it be the dreaded “fall in the bathroom” or “slipping on ice” that I frequently hear tell of. I was totally unprepared for the next words out of his mouth.
“Well, I want to have a big garden this year, so I was out in the front yard with the chainsaw cutting down some trees to clear out a piece for it…” he starts
“Wait a second,” I interrupted, “Do you think at ninety-two you should be out there on your rolater using a chainsaw? I have to question the safety of such a decision.”
He sighs, “Now Doc, I knew you were going to get on to me about that. I was real safe. I locked the rolater and sat on the seat. I didn’t even climb up in the tree or nothing. “
“Well that IS a relief,” I replied, “I am glad that you didn’t climb into a tree with a chainsaw and your walker.”
So MUCH shaking my head.
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