Medi-Alert or Faith ?

How I hate to even go there, but lately, I’ve been thinking of all us baby boomers who live alone. So many of my friends do, just waiting to find the “Right One.” Or not. Does he or she even exist or do you make someone the right one ?

It’s Winter. A difficult time for me with the cold, shortened days and darkness. Every year I threaten to move and here I am. Still. I have no idea what keeps me here, other than familiarity, friends and the comfort of all the surroundings. I’ve been shut in for 4 days now.  I got sick with some awful virus that seems to rear its nasty head every year around this time. The usual menu. Awful headache, sinus congestion and a cough that’s unyielding and refuses to stay quiet at night, despite the maximum amount (as prescribed) of codeine syrup I have taken to suppress it.

Today is the first day of the five, I’m starting to feel a bit better. When I stood up awhile ago, I got dizzy. Then it passed. Good thing. So I started to think about it. What if something was really wrong ? Would anyone know ? How long would it take for someone to find me ? A frightening thought.

Some single women friends and I have joked how we should just form some sort of communal living, especially as we get older. It’s a dreadful thought. Not the communal living piece. The getting older bit.  I thought it would be a great thing for each of us to pool our strengths and resources. I may have better hearing, while someone else may have better eyesight and so on. A good idea and yet, still we all wait… Hoping that the person we’ve waited for will come along instead. Hoping our health will maintain a balance. Hoping we’ll remain healthy and strong.

But, I thought in the interim, while I am alone, perhaps I should get some sort of device to hang around my neck, in case I can’t get to a phone. In case I am about to faint, so on the way down, I can hit the switch.   Just in case of an emergency. WAIT !  Am I crazy ?  Where is it going to call ? A central office that notifies the the local police in my area to send an ambulance to my house ? I have a cell phone for that and I can call the same service for nothing. It’s called 911. I’m never going to be that sick. And I’m never getting that old. Right now, I have faith in myself and the universe’s plans for me. Besides, denial is a great defense. At least for now. And I’m going with it.


About aboomersvoice

First and foremost, I'm a baby boomer and damn proud of it. The ones reading this post survived. Some didn't..We are the generation that crashed through barriers, broke through the norm and made our own rules. We paved the way for others to follow their bliss. One of the largest breakthroughs was probably equal rights and opportunities for women. Thank you Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan. We burned our bras, well, most of us did. We marched against politics we didn't believe in, staged protests not knowing we could easily be silenced by a bullet, experimented with drugs, meditation and guru's. We traveled with backpacks across the country and throughout the world..We had a voice. We had a choice. We had a mission. We had freedom and we were united. I am a writer, traveler, explorer, observer and participant in life. I am part of the expansion of baby boomers who still believe in the original message of peace and love. Take this journey.with me. Who knows where it will take us next ?
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4 Responses to Medi-Alert or Faith ?

  1. I know what you mean, but where I am, is a small community and people all know each other, so that part is good here.


  2. Brenda says:

    At least check in with a friend or two most days, maybe. I worry about the elders in my neighborhood, whose families are so far away. If I approach them, I am concerned that they will question my motives. It’s a hard balance.


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