After learning about all the things that happen in old age, and how you have to care for them, jesus christ I hope I die before I get (that) old.
That’s not life. I know that it’s a fundamental stance in the code of ethics for caregivers to make sure you can live “independently” and “with dignity” and “meaning”, no matter how old and decrepit you are. And without that starting point, without that “x” to complete the formula, you don’t have a starting point for caregiving.
But wearing a diaper and having to be rolled onto a stretcher to take a bath and having to be flipped around every few hours while my eyesight deteriorates to the point that light is blinding, my body’s stiff from neglect, and the only people taking care of me are young southeast asian immigrant girls on temporary visas…
I just hope I die before then. Seriously. That’s no life.
Let’s just live every healthy day we have like it’s a gift. Because it is. Don’t waste it.