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Old people going CRAZY!

springhill

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We all have them in our lives, CRAZY OLD PEOPLE! The disease is spreading my friends. When i was a whippersnapper causing mayhem my Grandad used to undo his belt in a gesture i was going to cop it, time after time, after time his pants fell down leaving me laughing at him in his blue Y-fronts, pushing him right into the troppo zone.
Let's hear your crazy oldtimers' stories!

Seems some of them even have rabies.....

 
I was channel surfing and just happen to see this nut case.

Nice.
 
My problem is that I can't find things right under my eyes. To counteract this I keep several items of the things I use often kept handy. Such things as, reading glasses 3,scissors 3, boxcutters 3, can openers 2, letter openers 2, pencils, pens etc. It is amazing how quickly the recalcitrant items turn up after I have found their twin. Sometimes they jump right out of their skins yelling "look at me".
 


A relative helped me move house.
I lost track of scissors 3, stanley knife 1, can openers 2, letter openers 0, pens 12 etc.

And one biggie, ... my address book!

"Nothing went in the skip", she smirked!




One Dee Ten Tee = 1 D 1 0 T
 
I used to play Lawn bowls with my right hand until I found my game was deteriorating so I started playing left hand and my game has improved out of sight.

I still write right handed and handle a glass or two of the amber stuff with my right hand.

I normally use both hands together to drive my car.....does that make me ambidextrous?


Crazy stuff alright.
 
I used to play Lawn bowls with my right hand until I found my game was deteriorating so I started playing left hand and my game has improved out of sight. ...

Crazy stuff alright.

Story goes:
The old man had a notebook.
He would consult the last page before he would deliver a bowl.

One day a cheeky sod asked if he could eyeball said notebook.
Every page was blank except the last.
It said, "Small circle on the inside."
 
A lot of us oldies' loss of concentration, forgetfulness, and behaviour that younger generations may find unexpected, may indeed be age-related. HOWEVER I recently attended a reunion of the Bushband I used to fiddle in 30 years ago. Sure, all of us have gone on in years, some have remained fitter, others not so. And of course you exchange details about general health and specific non-health issues. One experience shared by a majority: undesired side effects of medication prescribed by people's GPs. It seems that an increasing amount of "in" drugs is being prescribed for a wide range of relatively minor problems, rendering the "cure" much worse than the disease. Statins, Beta blockers, Antocoagulants, Antidepressants ... just about everyone of us Over-60's had a story to tell, how they felt sluggish, dopey, even "lost it" after being "put on" a new wonder drug.

A few have been lucky enough to find a more enlightened GP, who listened when personality changes became apparent: reduced the dosage or reassessed the need for some of the heavier drugs and took them off the menu altogether. Others, ...

So, all you youngsters under Sixty, please don't call us crazy, senile, dopey, or irrational when we do something you didn't expect, or when we're seen as doing nothing at all. Maybe we're simply suffering a Senior Moment because a GP has taken the easy way out and put us on Gavapenten, Endep, Propranolol, or Plavix. And could it be remotely possible, now and then, that we actually draw on our slightly longer life experience and arrive at a course of action that involves doing nothing?
 
Story goes:
The old man had a notebook.
He would consult the last page before he would deliver a bowl.

One day a cheeky sod asked if he could eyeball said notebook.
Every page was blank except the last.
It said, "Small circle on the inside."

A good one burglar.

They say an ounce of paper is worth a pound of memory.

But you see I don't need a piece of paper to remind me as I never forget anything I remember.
 
I heard about this old fellow the other day who went to the doctor for a check up.

Doc says , "How is the world treating you Jack?"

Wonderful says Jack...the Good Lord is looking after me very well......when I get up at night to go to the toilet, the Good Lord switches on the light for me and when I am finished he switches the light off.

Doc says, "well that is great".

So then Jack's wife Molly goes in to see the Doc.

Doc then tells Molly how the Good Lord is looking after Jack when he gets up at night to go to the toilet.

Poor old Molly says, holy hell, don't tell me that silly old bu99er is peeing in the fridge again.
 
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