Times keep changing for me with old age. I have a theory that most of us don't realize. I think there are three ages (governments have regulations for this that do not agree with mine).
For my theory, first comes childhood, with no certain years for when it ends-- only when it begins, which is obvious. Then comes middle age, which has no definite beginning or ending. Only that it ends with old age. Which is where I am at now 82. I had no idea what to expect since I'd never been here before. That is my point now-- we are not the same for how we experience things or even what they are.
One thing that troubles my life is nightshade intolerance. I think it began for me in my 70s, but not sure of when. It means certain foods can make me violently sick. Eat them and have my body reject them a day or four later. Their non-connection to the eating makes it harder to diagnose from where the body's upset came. Eventually most figure it out by studying the foods and results. One sneaky one that makes processed foods dicey for their risk in eating-- paprika. It is in so many things, often with no notice in ingredients.
The second intolerance for me was discovered this year. Lectin intolerance. Its results are less obvious but equally destructive in their own ways. Check them out online and see if they impact your body.
So, here I am with old age, needing a new doctor from a different state, but knowing with food intolerances, this requires personal observations.
There is another addition here for those who remember the dove's nest under our front porch. We worried, after a big windstorm, that the destruction to the nest appeared bad for the fledglings. We didn't know as they are forced out by their parents at the right time. We still do not know, but the mama and papa are back, rebuilding that nest. Looks like a second family... Life changes.
Stay tuned for next week with what I hope will offer some hope beyond avoidance. Even though I find that hope unlikely.
Magone Lake near Prairie City, Oregon from the more fun years.
