Men die earlier than women because it is the only way we can get peace and quiet.
I wake up every morning amazed that I’m still alive. So, the answer to the original question, is probably one more day.
So based on your comment, you'll have engraved on your tombstone, "Peace at last." Mine could read,
"I told you I was sick."
Yep, abnormal longevity. Dad is 89 and still calf ropes, off the horse, flanks and ties. His parents made it to 98 and 102. On my mom’s side grandparents were 95 and 97 and were still in their own homes and driving until a few weeks before death. I am 64 and just had a Angiogram Test done last year, results were that of a 20 year old athlete, zero plague anywhere, zero cholesterol and all valve functions and blood flow was perfect from head to toe. Resting heart rate is 45 to 50. The Heart Doc who the wife used to work with told her he was utterly shocked. When I woke up he told me the same thing. There is no family heart, cancer or anything that runs in the family.
I ran 6 days a week from a young age till I was 49. Worked out lifting/cardio till 53, then all my joints went to hell. That and sports, racing off road, rodeoing, Fire dept, running, boxing etc tore up my undercarriage. Have had 19 major surgeries from my life style, many metal plates and screws and artificial material in my joints.
My wife’s family for many generations back “over 100 years” were and are vegan vegetarians. Wife fed us a vegetarian diet for 12 years or so from my age of 38 to 50, and then we went back to eating mostly Turkey and chicken, beef we raised maybe 3 or 4 times a month.
So hope maybe the abnormal longevity is still in me, but I don’t care to live a long time, just want to feel good for as long as I got!
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Two reasons why I would not want to hang around any longer than necessary: (1) If I were in constant debilitating pain and (2) the country goes to pot. I don't want to see the country go down the tubes because of politicians who think they know it all.
Grandpa salted the heck out of his food, fried his eggs with runny whites, bacon limp,
loved chocolate cake and milk before bed, and rice with milk and lots of sugar for breakfast.
At 104 it finally killed him.
loved chocolate cake and milk before bed, and rice with milk and lots of sugar for breakfast.
At 104 it finally killed him.
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Should we prop you up beside the jukebox?
I’d like to have 69….i mean make 69…years old.
45 and the arthritis is pushing on me hard and already had a stroke. I’m not sure how long I want to go, but it really isn’t up to me.
THIS!
A person may live to be a ripe old age, but seriously, would you want to?
Think about it...drinking your dinner thru a straw, can't walk, can't see, can't hear, while sitting in a puddle of piss? Is that "living?"
Hell, I'd rather go out relatively young with my boots on. I'm already a crotchety old bastard at 56. Old age will not be kind to me.
Well, made it through a brush with cancer and chemo at 28, and passed 61.5 (age of Dad when he passed). In decent health for 62 so if I can make it another 10 years or so....... Not sure I want to hang around much past 75.
