Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Old People Have to Vote


OLD PEOPLE HAVE TO VOTE


The old rusty Nail

A JOURNAL FOR OLD PEOPLE


Russell Burton, an Old Person


I am posting this article on the first of October because I wish to encourage all of us old people to vote.  We must vote to protect what we have paid for like Social Security and Medicare. And, we must protect the Affordable Health Care Act, sometimes called Obamacare.  I know the word Obamacare is used by those who do not like it but I think that it is descriptive and honors the president that finally got a health-care program through congress.

Republicans have never been our friend.  Their political platform had a plank in it to repeal Social Security until the mid 80s.  And, of course now they have plank in it to remove Obamacare.

Now, as a younger person not on Medicare I really did not think much about it, but I paid by dues so when I was old enough, I got Medicare A and I bought into Medicare B.  I have not used the drug one because I have other insurance that buys my drugs.  Wow, what a fantastic program I discovered with Medicare. 

Of course, when I was in my late 60s at the start of my Medicare experience, I was young and healthier than I am now. Looking back on it, I didn’t use it much until my late 70s when I was approaching old age.  Suddenly I required some serious and costly surgery.  Prostate cancer is not your friend and a chunk of fat-like junk broke loose from someplace and got stuck in a major artery to my right leg.  Surgery fixed both problems but at pretty steep costs.  For instance, the leg thing cost over $70,000. 

My best friend who I loved with all of my heart (he didn’t like me telling him that because he thought that was gay talk) died a few years ago.  He was several years older than I, so it would be expected that he would die first.  But, of course dying at age 80 is only average and he was far above average.  He had several heart surgeries that cost Medicare several hundred thousand dollars.  And, he told me, “Russ I could have never afforded these surgeries nor would my insurance have covered them. Thank God for Medicare.” But, you know what, he was a Republican!!!!!  Oh well…

But, I still loved him.  That shows what an understanding and forgiving guy I really am. Of course he was a very lovable man.  In fact, he was the kindest most giving person I have ever known.  We can’t let politics get in the way of friendship.

Back to voting, I have nothing against Republicans, many of my friends are Republicans and they are nice decent good fun loving people who pay their bills and taxes (of course begrudgingly).  And, they all love Medicare.  Now, I must admit that many of them are retired military guys and gals.  This always amazed me that the military people live in a socialized world but usually vote Republican. Your world in the military, if you make it your career, is one of government care from cradle to grave.  

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know that they have earned every bit of it and I salute all of them.  But, why do they not want us civilians to have some of the same benefits that we are willing to pay for?

Of course, the Republican’s worn-out argument is that Medicare is going broke.  How interesting, that Medicare started under LBJ has survived for over 50 years and still not broke. I admit that as people grow older, remember when it started life expectancy was late 60s so people were on it for fewer years than they are now.  But, there are ways of fixing it without turning it into a voucher program that will cost old people an average of $6,000 each and every year that they live. Now, that is average telling us that many people will pay far more than that.  In fact, some will have to pay many thousands more than that if the insurance company drops them.

Well, if you are a wealthy person you don’t care but for most of us, we could not pay that so we would either become a burden to the taxpayers or just die.  The latter is not an option that appeals to me! And, don’t kid yourself insurance companies are not your friend!  They look at us like we are Mr. Goodbars.

Now good ole Mitt, says that he will not change it at all after he becomes president and gets rid of Obamacare. That is he is saying, he will return Medicare Advantage that costs billions of Medicare funds and quickly see the Medicare that Obama fixed go broke!  Oh my, it is broke so we will have to make some serious changes – like vouchers?

Let’s address Medicare Advantage for a minute.  I didn’t know what it was until I began living during the summer in upstate New York several years ago.  I was amazed that the government paid private insurance companies to run a form of Medicare that cost taxpayers billions of dollars more than the Medicare that I was using. Of course, these people got a few perks with the program that I didn’t get on traditional Medicare but the increased costs amounted to serious money.  You know a billion here and a billion there and you are talking real money.

So, I looked into its history that I found interesting.  This Advantage program was a payoff to private insurance companies that was supposed to show that they could compete with the government plan.  Well, they charged more but that extra cost was supposed to come down after a few years.  If, it didn’t then the insurance companies would not be able to sell this expensive plans and those people using them would have to revert to the government Medicare.  Okay, you guessed it, because of lobbying the costs did not come down nor was it disbanded.  It just kept coasting along costing all of us billions of dollars each year. Yes, everyone including me who is using the less expensive program.

Of course, Medicare Advantage was dropped by Obamacare because it costs lots of money and was not fair to people using the government operated one.  Oh boy, how the Republicans jumped on that complaining that Obama robbed Medicare by over $700 billion dollars over ten years.  Of course, they really will raid it of more than that and leave old people with $7,000 vouchers with no plan to increase them with the rising costs of medical care.

Does anybody believe that insurance companies will sell old people adequate medical coverage for less than $600 per month?  Want to buy a bridge?  Okay, Mitt and Paul tell us that our Medicare will not change. And, that their wonderful program will not begin until younger people like my son become eligible. Well, I want my son and his family to have the same wonderful medical care that I have when they get old.

So, how to fix it?  Of course, income for this program must increase.  One way that will accomplish this is to continue to have people pay into it after they make more than something like $100,000.  I was amazed that after my annual salary was something like $90,000, I didn’t pay more money into it!  Suddenly, in the fall of the year I received a notice that my pay just went up because Medicare payments were not taken out until the beginning of next year.  How crazy is that!  Making that much money I should have been paying more into it instead of nothing.

Of course another way is to increase the age at which someone can begin to use it.  I didn’t start using it until I was 68 when I retired.  Increasing the age makes lots of sense because like I wrote previously, life expectancy has increased by several fold and the costs of medical care has increased a bunch. Not only has it gotten more expensive but of course much better.  That is why our finish line keeps getting further and further away.

Well its closing time for this chapter of The Old Rusty Nail.  Please vote and protect what is yours!

 

 

 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

A Perspective on Old Age from an Old Person: Being Old


A Perspective on Old Age from an Old Person: Being Old

Russell R. Burton, an old person


To begin, the word OLD in the title finds very few supporters including some of my friends.  So, I pulled out my trusty Thesaurus and looked for other words that would be more appealing.  Well, after seeing such words as ‘aged’, ‘patriarchal’, ‘past one’s prime’, ‘infirm’, ‘enfeebled’, ‘decrepit’, ‘exhausted’, ‘impaired’, ‘broken-down’, ‘wasted’, ‘senile’, ‘having one foot in the grave’, and ‘gone to seed’, I decided to stay with ‘old’. 

I hope you noticed that I wrote my trusty Thesaurus correctly implying that I did not click on the e-version.  One of those things must lurk somewhere in the bowels of my computer just waiting to assist me even if I don’t want it. Of course I didn’t use it because I don’t know how and I couldn’t care less. And, I will not ask my eight-year old granddaughter for she will pipe up and say, “Here granddad let me show you”. How times have changed for just a few years ago it used to be the ‘old’ person doing the teaching.

My printed Thesaurus lies on a stand next to me in my computer room and it is used often.  Oh yes, I do know how to use the word processing capabilities of a computer but not any of those other e-wonders that comes free of charge with ‘Microsoft Office’.  

About ten years ago when I was seventy years of age, I began a diary on growing old expecting to see or feel changes in me signally that I was growing old.  I soon gave up the idea because each day was like the last with no changes that I could feel or see.  I continued to be as physically active as I was when I was in my thirties and forties.  So, I discarded my plan to write about this old age stuff for it was not happening to me – just everyone but me - you know, old folks.

However, in my late seventies, I began to notice a modest change in me that I now realize signaled my approaching old age – a feeling that I conveniently or subconsciously ignored.  For instance, at seventy eight I developed a modest ‘drop foot’.  The following year I had difficulty walking four miles at a modest pace that I had accomplished eagerly with a chum for many years.

And, then came eighty years of age!  I woke up one morning and realized that I didn’t feel seventy anymore so I must be what is called old!  Now, I want to be clear here that I do not plan to die today for I have visions of living and enjoying my life for several more years. So, I plan to live my life pretty much like I have in the past but perhaps at a bit slower pace.  But, I do feel different!  I find that physical activities that were performed routinely and without thought suddenly were not undertaken without some thought.  Routine is not the word I use now.  This all happened so suddenly and TO ME!

Old age enjoys several maladies, too many to cover in this short essay, but I will discuss a few of the major ones.  Of course high on the list is the fear factor.  I am finding myself concerned – no frightened – that I will fall.  And, I have taken a couple of serious tumbles recently.  Fortunately, I was not hurt because of them.  But, why should I be frightened of a fall?  When I was a young boy I fell several times a day and I didn’t get scared about them.  I just picked myself up and ran off likely to fall again the same day.  And, those were serious falls that hurt sometimes with arm scrapes and bruises.  So my fears are just part of an old mind.

I use to jump into my shower, now I slowly walk in and make sure that I can touch a wall, you know for balance. What’s coming over me?  Of course, OLD AGE!

Oh boy, I just read on the Yahoo News that ‘Old People Do Smell, But Not That Badly’.  Now here is a bad news, bad news story. Old people smell differently, you know like old people, but not as bad as what? The story does go on to explain that old age smells are not like body odors from not bathing.  These types of young body odors are worse than normal old body smells.  I can barely tolerate all of this good news.

I disagree substantially with this study though, for it groups old people as all the same and that is not correct for we are individuals and I am sure with individual smells.  I will write more on ridiculousness of grouping people in another essay.

Interestingly, as I grow older, it seems that surgeons love to cut on me.  I had my prostate removed a few years ago because of cancer and recently I had some vascular surgery on my right leg so I can walk my four miles again.

A few days before my scheduled surgery, my very young (much too young to be a physician) pretty woman anesthesiologist reviewed the tests she had required of me before they put me to sleep.  I cringed when I heard those words for I am a veterinarian and being put to sleep can have some serious side-effects.

When she entered the room in the hospital where I was waiting ‘patiently’, she exclaimed, “You are eighty years old?”  I stared at her in shock, did I look older?  My physician continued, “You don’t look a day older than sixty!”   Hey I thought I might enjoy my surgery.  She looked into my mouth opened wide at her request and loudly voiced another complement, “Wow, you have all of your original teeth!”  Then more kudos from her when she learned that I took only five medicine pills each day.  ‘Most people your age take twenty or thirty’, she informed me to my delight.

Well that made my day and almost erased the anxiety that was growing inside of me as I neared my day of reckoning with the surgeon. I did recover from the cutting and got to go home from the hospital a couple of days ahead of schedule.  And, thank God for a hospital is no place for an old person.

So, now I am home with no pain and little swelling.  Of course, complete recovery from four hours of surgery will take many more days than when I was young but the key word here is ‘recovery’ – hey I’m still alive and I plan to enjoy my walks again.  With a smile my surgeon noted, “Your leg circulation is back to about 95% of ‘what it used to be”.  Of course referring to when I was not so old.

So, I guess I am doing okay with being old.  Certainly, there are those people my age who are less fortunate than I in many ways so I should not complain but be thankful that I am experiencing my life as well as I am.

Certainly, I can’t forget that half of the people born in 1932 are dead.  Yes, half are dead. I remember when I was a young kid one of my major goals in life was to live to see the turn of the century.  Wow, to be able to write 2000 as the date!  And why not for when I was born life expectancy was in the high sixties.  Now, it is in the high seventies for men and eighties for woman.

As I reflect on my life in the future I suddenly realize that it took eighty years to get here and now I have at the most twenty years left to live.  Somehow that does not seem fair, but then I realized that this train of life cannot be stopped, in fact it seems to be speeding up as it heads for that inevitable finish line.

Well here I am eighty years old and still alive!  Like they say, I’m living on borrowed time but who am I borrowing it from? Of course, I’m using the years of life that my dead 1932 classmates failed to use – thank you. But, what is amazing is that my life expectancy just keeps getting longer everyday that I stay alive. Now according to some calculations, I’m expected to live for another eight years!  Wow, they keep moving the finish line further out as I grow older.  How cool can that be?  At this rate, I will never die! Okay, I guess it doesn’t work that way, but one can hope.

I am reading ‘Presidents’ Club’ by Nancy Gibbs and Michael Duffy.  The authors early in the book note that this club is exclusive for one must be a live former President of the United States to be a member.  Hey, no matter how rich you are you cannot join!  Well, it’s about time that those rich people got put in their place.

But, this got me thinking about the club I have just joined and it too cannot be bought into.  It is the Old Age Club and like I just explained half of my birth-mates were not allowed to join.

So, as I walk with less spring in my step and when I see middle-age people looking at my slower gate I smile and call out “Take my advice, don’t ever grow old.” They smile back nodding their head at my good advice. They fail to understand that not to grow old one must die. It serves them right, those young punks for staring at me.

Like Art Linkletter once said, ‘Growing old is not for sissies’.  I wish to correct his well worn statement, “Being old is not for sissies, but the alternative is much worse.”  How lucky can I be!!!  



 



   

Monday, July 9, 2012

Living Old with Dignity


A JOURNAL FOR OLD PEOPLE: 
Living Old with Dignity

Russell R. Burton, an old person


This journal is written for old people, not about old people.  Now, there is a huge difference here for those about old people are for the entertainment of not old people.  Unfortunately, many of them make fun of being old.  Being old is not a proper topic for poor-sick jokes or stories. My articles will be for the entertainment of old people.

Why would anyone write for old people (?) is a good question.  Well, why not?  The old people’s bloc has been forgotten and I think for one main reason.  No one knows what it is like to be old until a person is old and then why would any old person take what time he/she has left sitting for hours in front of a computer writing stuff that may not be read by anybody except a few friends and my editor. I suggest that my friends will read this for they all have assured me that they will, but I am not sure of their veracity and for the following reason.

I just published a novel on Amazon called Mary.  When I mention this tremendous accomplishment my friends all say ‘congratulations and I have a Kindle and I’m going to buy it right away’.  Well, so far I have sold four books, two of which were bought by my son and myself.  I guess friendship disappears at the $5.99 level which is the cost of my novel.

When I first began writing these articles for old people, I thought of submitting them to the AARP magazine.  But, then I read some of their articles and they are not directed toward old people and for good reason because most retired people are not old.  You can ‘join’ the AARP group when you are only 55 years old.  For me that was 25 years ago when I was a youngster and enjoying the peak of my professional career.

As I thumbed through their magazine, I could not help but notice that all semi-old people were smiling suggesting that they were having a wonderful time being old.  I got news for them, being old is much more than laughing or smiling all of the time.

Starting a BLOG is something I thought I would never do.  For two big reasons, I don’t know how and I don’t even know where to seek help.  So, I will ask my son who is kind of an expert on this kind of stuff.  I add here that my grandchildren know far more about this e-magic than I.  In a way, that is the crux of being old for isolation for us is even more pronounced than ever for we never really entered into the e-world – at least I never did.  Oh sure, I type on a computer (oh no it’s not typing it’s word processing) and I learned some other e-stuff, but I forgot most of it. 

So times have changed, goes the adage but far more than ever before. There was a time when old people gave out instructions and advice to eager young ears.  Now those ears are plugged with iPods.

I was at an airport the other day watching people as I waited to catch my flight.  Yes, I still fly and alone without a name tag hanging from me someplace. Everybody, except me of course was on a cell phone or looking intently at some small black rectangular object that they touched once in a while.  People were not talking to each other, oh no they were much too busy living in their own e-world.  I predict that society will suffer from this isolation as do to some degree old people. But our isolation was not voluntary it was forced on us by being old.

Of course, the isolation that I’m talking about is from deafness, poor eye sight, some dementia, and/or mobility.  I use the word dementia as a catch all for the onset of forgetfulness.  I have been fortune so far in that only my hearing is in question and that appears to encourage some debate as to its degree of severity.  Now, where was I? Oh yes I can always hear, but sometimes I do not understand, so don’t yell at me, just talk slower and enunciate your words with more care.  And, look at me so I can read your lips.

I think hearing is the most common malady of old people.  I go to a monthly luncheon for retired people, so by definition most of us are all old and getting older.  I write getting older because I do see changes each month in my luncheon chums that relates to increasing age.  It is amazing how I am escaping those changes.  Sometimes when I talk I know they don’t hear me or understand what I am saying to them.  So, why should I bother?  Well, see that is how isolation begins.  So, I keep talking pretending that they are hearing what I am telling them.

You must have noticed by now that I have enlarged the type to number 14 on my computer.  Usually I use 12 type size. Of course since this is electronic typing you can enlarge the type size to what works best for you.  That is if you choose to read on.

Back to writing something about what my Journal is all about.  Well, if you have forgotten, my articles are directed to old people for their entertainment. And, why shouldn’t old people have some fun and understand that old people are not alone as we go about living our lives as best as we can. 

I hope you noticed that I did not use the words ‘as we live out our lives gracefully’.  We are living not ‘living out’ our lives, a phrase strongly implying that we don’t have much time left. We all know that but what we have is life and that goes for all people who are alive no matter how young or old they are. And, as for the word ‘gracefully’ that means having beauty of form, movement, or expression.  Common on now, gracefully describes something other than living old.

In my journal, I plan to publish an article of about 1000 – 2000 words once a month about being old.  If anyone is interested in joining me in this endeavor I will consider your submissions but the writer must be at least 75 years old and that is even suspect to me for when I was that young I did not feel old.  Hey, I was not old.

So, what is being old?  That is explained in my second article with the title ‘Being Old’.

Enjoy my writing and of course I appreciate your comments – good and bad, well I like the good ones best.  So, please submit them to this blog e-address and I promise I will read them and if appropriate answer those that request some response.  I might even include some in future articles, if they have language fit to print.

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