Oliveira Edmar .
confess: I'm fucked. I went into involuntary third age group, the irony that only outright calls for better age. And no return. So relax and enjoy (if possible!)
know when the boys start calling you uncle ? There you are between forty and fifty springs. It was painful, but could not imagine anything worse. Came "sir." That "sir," said improperly in your notice, it sounds some mockery, mockery, joke in bad taste. And you're going to miss when I called him uncle.
other day I met with a filmmaker friend in anti-examination room, a laboratory. Not restrain myself: before we met each other in a bar, is now here. And we talked despudorozamente, rates of glucose, cholesterol and unfailing PSA, which reminds us that it began one dedada a decade ago.
If before we separated a sum of money to overcome, once and for others, the routine of pints, now the reservation is for the prescription drugs continuously, which will only disappear when they disappear from our midst the face of the earth. And I buy both drugs, which already gave me, as a bonus, a little box with the days of the week to store medicines. Because already at that age we often forget it has already taken the medicine today. And run the risk of not taking the medicine, by forgetting, making up the pressure and exposed to a spill, or, whatever, take a double dose, also for oblivion, and have an ischemic stroke.
And, by that age, if you go to a doctor for any nonsense, flu, gastritis, receives as a bonus by age, a battery of tests that will appear in serious trouble. That is, here you can not feeling anything out that is an ill person. So I run to doctors like the plague. He who seeks finds, already told us the popular saying.
But it takes so much misery for compensation. And there ? We can make the accounts and has worked and provide for retirement. I confess that I did and now my spare time and still have half a year's license award to get. That's good. If we have to do. For doing nothing is unbearable environment. So I'm making some plans to occupy the time of doing nothing about filing the request for "enough, I'm old!" In recognition of the situation you thought "would never come."
My ticket was for seniors on May 11. But she had already happened a little earlier. You know when the penny dropped ? The pretty receptionist bank smiled at me and I, all prose, well rehearsed re a smile in return. The beauty agent gave me a form of preferential queue for me to be satisfied. It hurt.
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