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My 90 year old neighbor fell down yesterday and was able to get to the phone to call me. Took him to the emergency room. He broke his hip. It was extremely hard to get him in my car with the pain he was in. Plus he is a little hefty. He did not want me to call an ambulance? I spent all day up there with him. Went home twice to feed my cats. He is one of my HO train buddies. The emergency room kept giving me grief cause they did not know who I was and why I was with Bob. Duh, I am his neighbor and he called me! The whole time this was going on I kept thinking [ Is this going to happen to me someday? Be alone and in trouble.] Scary stuff. I am 61 in November and I am getting tired and worn out, I hope I can make it to 90 with no major problems...

I often think about "how long is too long"? My fear is living beyond the point where I can wipe my own rear end. Fortunately, I don't think that will be a problem. You see, i've never met a cheeseburger, french fry, or chocolate milkshake that I did not like. 90 for me is a pipe dream!

I ponder these things everyday. As a double heart attack recipient (loved prime rib entirely too much) the national averages are against me seeing anything beyond 70. I'm just hoping to see my granddaughter grandfather high school.

Don't worry Bob, you're not alone in your thoughts........

Just make the most of every day. God will take care of the rest of it.

artimrj wrote:My 90 year old neighbor fell down yesterday and was able to get to the phone to call me. Took him to the emergency room. He broke his hip. It was extremely hard to get him in my car with the pain he was in. Plus he is a little hefty. He did not want me to call an ambulance? I spent all day up there with him. Went home twice to feed my cats. He is one of my HO train buddies. The emergency room kept giving me grief cause they did not know who I was and why I was with Bob. Duh, I am his neighbor and he called me! The whole time this was going on I kept thinking [ Is this going to happen to me someday? Be alone and in trouble.] Scary stuff. I am 61 in November and I am getting tired and worn out, I hope I can make it to 90 with no major problems...

That's my nightmare.
I'm kinda the loner, especially since moving to closet druggy housewife Hades about 13 years ago. I'm worried one day I'll have a heart attack or fall etc and no one will be around.
It's especially scary since I've seen people in my age group suffer some serious illness'.
None of my neighbors can be relied on to help, although they love to ask when a chair needs moving etc. Because of that I've stopped helping anyone with anything.

This is scary.
I lived alone until recently. Now at 54 I have my wife who is 20 years younger, and the little monster who is almost 7. All other things aside, I feel safer for my old age.

Here in Quebec we have an amazing health care system, but it provides only health care. You can still end up alone in a squalid extended care facility, with no one but nurses ever talking to you.

Gee you guys are a cheerful bunch.

Not me! I don't worry about the being alone part. I'll be 70 in April (seems unbelievable) and my loving wife owns several firearms (and very proficient with them) and when I am giving her a hard time, she casually reminds me that she prepares my food. And if the day comes, that she does bump me off, she'll be able to get away with it. She's very persuasive!

Bob, Frank, and I just went to Niagara Falls with our wives. 30mile an hour water and we didn't throw each other in. On the way back to NYC I made a detour to Syracuse to check in on the wife of one of our buddies who died at NERW. I did some heavy lifting and yard work around the house because that's what friends do, I never even had the pleasure of meeting Jim face to face after 15 years.

Speaking of friends, I hung out with minerman two weeks ago and he is one of us. Gonna have to try and drag him to our next meet.

Anybody here who thinks you don't have to go above and beyond for your friends can kiss our..........

It's sad that I'm way too far away from any of you to actually meet you in person.
The only one I can see myself meeting in person is Rick K. I think he lives 3 towns away.

goddrauG wrote:It's sad that I'm way too far away from any of you to actually meet you in person.

Well we've run out of train stuff to drive to so flying is the next option for all.

Unless you all want to come to NYC and I'll show you one hell of a time.

BillS wrote:Not me! I don't worry about the being alone part. I'll be 70 in April (seems unbelievable) and my loving wife owns several firearms (and very proficient with them) and when I am giving her a hard time, she casually reminds me that she prepares my food. And if the day comes, that she does bump me off, she'll be able to get away with it. She's very persuasive!

my wife always tells me I have to go to sleep sometime.

My only major hangup is that if I die, I hope I am found quickly.

I was asked by police to help identify my dead next door neighbor several years ago. It was summer in Wisconsin, temperatures in the 90s and very humid. He was 42 and died from a deadly combination of methadone and alcohol. He had been dead for days and the smell was nauseating. He was starting to decompose and it wasn't a pretty sight.

I've always promised myself that when I get old, I'm going to call or text certain people everyday so that they know I'm still alive. If they don't hear from me and I'm dead, they will discover my body rather quickly. That way they won't find a smelly, decomposing mess.

GSkid wrote:My only major hangup is that if I die, I hope I am found quickly.

I was asked by police to help identify my dead next door neighbor several years ago. It was summer in Wisconsin, temperatures in the 90s and very humid. He was 42 and died from a deadly combination of methadone and alcohol. He had been dead for days and the smell was nauseating. He was starting to decompose and it wasn't a pretty sight.

I've always promised myself that when I get old, I'm going to call or text certain people everyday so that they know I'm still alive. If they don't hear from me and I'm dead, they will discover my rather quickly. That way they won't find a smelly, decomposing mess.

With my neighbors, I kinda hope it will be a last revenge.