I am sure the credit card company didn't plan it this way... but it took this senior FOURTEEN telephone calls to activate his new credit card.
Well, I blame it on my recent surgery, but I have wet every pair of pants I have put on this week, except the ones I am wearing now... so far. Fortunately I have plenty more hanging in the closet, dry and ready to wear.
I thought I was having a heart attack last night, but I took Tylenol and went back to bed. I woke up this morning, so everything turned out all right.
I can no longer get into my van without assistance. The Physical Therapist is looking into a "motorcycle jack" which would lift me enough so my behind can reach the car seat. Isn't that a remarkable thought...being jacked up so I can get into my own car.
These senior moments come more often now... and it takes fourteen times as many phone calls to get anything done.
Pardon these complaints... I swore I would not complain about getting old... it is so much better than the alternative.