“… so older people are more at risk?”
I could see the wheels turning.
“How old are you now?” I told him. His eyes widened. “When did that happen?”
I mentioned birthdays and their usual function of adding a year at a time to your age…
Next day the multivitamins arrived.
Designed for seniors.
“Make sure you take them…”
My son survived only because the thought was there… supporting my obviously elderly and decrepit immune system.
I did try to point out that sleep was also good for my immune system… but he didn’t take the bait, so I’m still up before dawn. To be fair, I did get one later start… which was lovely… but all the others we’ve agreed have gone down the drain when the birds woke him too early…
Then he imposed social distancing, of a sort. Not between him and me… that, given the level of support he needs, would be an impossibility. But to keep me away from potential infection, as I am obviously on my last legs. Except, as he has not been able to get a grocery delivery for the past few weeks… and cannot book one before mid-May… I am still having to shop for what he needs on a daily basis, which sort of scuppered his plans.
But lately, his ‘care of the elderly’ has become a bit confused.
On the one hand, he frets about me climbing ladders in case I fall, and with my ancient and threadbare immune system in mind, encourages me to have lunch with him most days… so he knows I have eaten “at least one decent meal” and am not “existing on cereals”. While I protest that my joints cannot take the extra weight I am likely to gain, he does have a pretty good chef… even if I do say so myself.
On the other hand, frail and falling apart though I apparently am, I have hauled out the pumps and cleaned his leech-infested pond yet again, wrestled with old roses whose roots are almost as big as me, digging holes for them so deep that he asked me what I’d brought back from Australia, cleared his back garden of the mess, bricks and heavy tubs the builders left behind, hefted solid limestone paving slabs and serviced his trike. And today, just for a treat, I will get to jet-wash his entire garden…
So I reckon I’ll have worked off my lunch.
“Well,” said my son, “If you’re that old, it won’t be that long till you retire,” assuming I make it that far in my frail and feeble state. “ …so I need to make the most of you while you’re still around…”