After a doctor’s appointment today, she ordered blood work and an x-ray. On my way from her office to the hospital, I thought about the amount of time I have spent over the decades doing just this: driving hither and yon to have tests for both nonexistent and existing conditions. When I arrived and was waiting in admissions, I looked down at the requisitions. The ‘rule-outs’ were very disconcerting, but this is what I read that stopped me in my tracks:
“History/reason: 60-yr-old woman […]”
I thought they’d erred in printing the paperwork. Yes, that was my name – but who is this 60-yr-old woman it is referring to? Those thoughts took place in a second. It was just the first time that, as a woman in her 60s, I saw a description of me in print.
I hold a Master of Science in Gerontology. I happily share insights with (and have a profound understanding for) others as they adapt to, troubleshoot, and process their respective agings. Let my reaction serve as proof positive for the veracity of the adage, “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.”