Nursing Voices

Friday, February 16, 2007

The Old Hen

I’ve made a shocking discovery this week—I’m not a spring chicken anymore. I never think of myself as getting older, but this last week has taught me a valuable lesson. We lost power on Valentine’s Day, and my prince and I sat in our house, without power or heat, for 28 hours. Snuggling under the covers with the man of my dreams on Valentine’s Day by candlelight would have been a romantic adventure in youth, but now that I’m becoming an old hen, it wasn't that much fun. Let’s face it, things change when we get older.

First, lets talk about arthritis. Cold weather makes joints hurt, so it’s tricky getting comfortable in each other’s arms when the old lumbago flares up. What does the pain feel like? Try piercing your nipples and holding this yoga position for eight hours, and you’ll get the idea. And forget about “dancing under the sheets” when you and your significant other are both in pain. When old folks hurt, no one is thinking about Viagra. Our drug of choice is Motrin.

Then there’s the issue of taking medications in the dark. Yes, my prince and I take a variety of “old people” pills to keep us going, and they all look the same when the lights are out. As I get older, I must have a lot of light when I’m reading the small print on pill bottles. A pair of flashlight shoes would have come in handy. Fortunately, my prince and I worked as a team, and we took our medications without a hitch. My prince was very careful about taking his pills. No man wants to call poison control because he overdosed on his wife’s Premarin.

I’m glad the ordeal is over, and that we are settling back into our routine. My prince is at work, and I’m back at the computer blogging. The house is warm and life is good. There is an upside to getting older. I’m excused for being cranky when the hospital calls asking me to work on my day off. I mean, really, what can they expect from an irritable old woman who isn’t a spring chicken anymore?


Blogger jaz said...

Isn't it amazing how being without power can throw everything off? I mean, even when you have candles, books, and tuna salad in a can around and all.

I always tell myself that it will be fine, just low-tech for awhile, but inevitably end up wandering around reaching, say, for the computer and saying, "Oh... yeah... dang," then thinking about heating something up on the stove and realizing, well, dang... and so on.

5:20 PM  
Blogger Donna said...

Hmph. I didn't feel like an old hen until vaginal atrophy got the best of me. Dang it.

7:25 PM  
Blogger RX850 said...

I not only need good lighting to read my med bottle labels, I need glasses too.

Remember the days of Canoe and English Leather? It's hard to get romantic with the scent of Ben Gay hanging over the bed!

7:52 PM  
Blogger kario said...

We had to buy a hot water bottle to use when the power goes out since we can't use the heating pad (we can heat water on our gas stove). Getting old sucks.

8:06 PM  
Blogger AMAZING GRACIE said...

It's sad when you can relate to a post entitled, "The Old Hen." Shoot, I could've written it!!!

8:29 PM  
Anonymous may said...

funny. i stand firm on my belief that the only thing that is great about aging is the wisdom, all other things that go with it, are unfair:)


11:43 PM  
Blogger Lea said...

It seems as I have a lot to look forward to. Oh joy!

10:57 AM  
Blogger Gene Bach said...

Man, I can relate to the hurting thing. Each year that goes by I hurt more by doing less. LOL!

1:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I noticed you like the Angry Pharmacist blog.

Check ours out at:


4:19 PM  
Blogger Bohemian Road Nurse... said...

Yes, Motrin is my friend...

6:38 PM  
Blogger Julie said...

I live on a daily diet of Motrin and Diet Coke - doesn't every nurse?

3:55 AM  
Blogger Jean-Luc Picard said...

I must admit, I'm always a fan of Foghorn Leghorn!

6:55 AM  
Blogger Cliffie said...

Thank God for some bloggers that are over 29.

6:29 AM  
Blogger poody said...

I am so right there with you with the arthritis. I can hardly get around on the really cold days. I know I need to loose weight but my mobility makes it hard to do and then I just keep getting fatter. It is a vicious cycle and if I don't do something quick I will end up oin Jerry Springer!

11:54 AM  
Anonymous danielle said...

When they call me to pick up extra time on night shift (the favorite request is to come in at 0300 and we will TRY to get you off at 1500) I tell them to call the young'uns...they can rebound fromt his so much better than I. But those young'uns have more excuses than I do why they won't do it...
And, the days I work, it is standard for me to pop Extra-extra strength tylenol before bed so that my achy joints will let me sleep!

12:03 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home