Succumbing to Aging

I bet my parents don’t like when I point out how old I am getting, but I am embracing all the tools that are made for seniors. And why not? They seem to make my life easier and quite frankly an easier life will probably help me live longer.
A few weeks back I was at the Container Store buying things for Carter for college. While pursuing the aisles I came across this little pill cases for .99¢ each. I bought three to take on my trip. See, at my age I take three daily medications. Two at bed time and one right when I wake up. For years I have been doling out my pills right before bed, which quite frankly was a pain because I usually had to get out of bed and go in the bathroom to get my meds because I did not do it earlier in the night.
Now I spend almost the same amount of time opening the bottles and filling my little pill holders for a whole week than I used to for one night. I no longer wonder, “Did I take my medication?” Why did I not get these things long ago?
Well, these things are made for “old people”, so I didn’t even look at them. Foolish me. Either they are just time savers, or I am an old person. Actually both.
I was talking to a friend who is a few decades older than me about how much she didn’t like her cane. “I don’t want anyone to know I am old.” She said. “How about embracing the fact that you don’t have a broken hip, because you have a cane to keep you upright,” I responded.
News flash, we all are aging and at exactly the same rate. It is no sin to get older, but a joy. Consider the alternative. I’m not worried about leaving a beautiful corpse. I want to go out wrinkled and old as the hills. If that means I have to use these little pill holders so be it.