A Certain Tiredness Came Over Me

A fatigue, perhaps. A little more napping than usual, although with all the meds I take, much of that is to be expected. Of course, I’m not 67 anymore; as of Tuesday, the odometer turned over and I have to adjust to an entirely new age and all that comes with it. I don’t need wonder what the kids mean when they say, “Hey, pops!”

Wine, women and song. I don’t drink alcoholic beverages, so that’s out as a cause of my tiredness. Women? The ones who would have me are all grandmothers. Song? Well, I do like to sing along with recordings, but they tend to be, like myself, from the early 1940’s. I played newer stuff on the radio, but they didn’t pay me to listen to it.

Was it drugs? Oh, my yes. I did drugs consistently and I’m sure the major companies are grateful I’m around. My pharmacist and his wholesaler thank me for my loyalty. The guys on the corner can jump off the bridge, or get shot. Not fatally; just in an embarrassing place, like their reproductive organs. (“Hey, I’ve got a soft-on.”)

My med containers have more red labels than the standard white. “Do not drive while using this med”; “Do not operate machinery while taking this med”; “Do not drink alcohol”; “Do not pass ‘Go,’ do not collect $200”; “If you experience a period of awakeness for more than four hours, this stuff is not strong enough.”

It’s compounded by the fact that my cruise is coming in just over nine weeks. Bye, bye radio show, toodle-oo blog, hasta la vista Wilkes-Barre. I feel better already.