I'm 72-years old and somedays I feel like I'm 92. Getting off our new couch is more challenging as my balance and muscle strength require two or three tries and my vision is up and down to a point where reading a book can require a good deal of effort.
My voice seems to have all the oomph of a long stretchy balloon that has laid around the house a little too long. I'm used to having deep voice with some power behind it.
Then there's the carotid arteries in my neck where one's fully-blocked and the other is 20 percent.
This blog will be my tool to work through all these issues, knowing fully that I have way more life behind me than ahead.
I want to regain as much of my physical capacity as I can. Sometimes I wonder if I'm on a track that will lead me to an old person's home. I'm going to make every effort I can to slow the aging process and still live an engaged life.
I invite you to take this journey with me. I know I'm not alone. There are lots of baby-boomers going through the same things.
Wes Thorp--Feb. 7, 2019