Thursday, July 3, 2014

Entering Decrepitude

This week I went to the doctor for a check-up for the first time in several years. 

"I'm a poor old man, my sight is sore, my ears are gnarled, my legs are old and bent," I told her.  *

"Optometrist, audiologist,..." she said, and... "put your hand here," and placed my hand on top of my kneecap while I swung my leg. She didn't even bother to check it first herself.  

"Feel that crackly stuff?" she said. "Arthritis!"

I guess I turned pale or something because she patted me and said, "You came by it honorably." In other words, I made it past fifty.

She wrote me a referral to PT for "crepitus" in my creaky knees.

Creptitus? I thought. Is that related to decrepit

It is.
 decrepit: from de (down) + crepitus, past participle of crepare "to crack, break" (see raven)

Raven?

raven: . . . from Old English hroc, "rook", from PIE  root *ker- (2), imitative of harsh sounds (cognates: Latin crepare "to creak"...) 

I felt pretty low for a couple days. But what're you gonna do?
Consider the ravens!
"...for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?"
--Luke 12:24 (King James Bible)

I don't know, how much better am I than a fowl?

At any rate, at midlife it seems more fitting to consider the ravens than the lilies of the field. 

P.S. Tests show my hearing is normal. I can hear my knees creak just fine.
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 * from Monty Python's Life of Brian. But you knew that, right?