WHACK A MOLE

 It seems that recently the game of Whack-A-Mole has been used to describe several different issues from several different places.   In case you have never been fortunate enough to go to a carnival or Chucky Cheese where you can play this silly game I will briefly explain it to you.  There is a flat surface with several different holes cut out of it.  A "mole" will pop up from any of the holes and then quickly duck back down. Sometimes several pop up at once, always alternating from hole to hole.  The object is for you to WHACK the moles when they pop up, accumulating points for each one you hit. 

A few weeks ago when I attended mass here at All Saints in Gladstone the pastor spoke at every mass informing the parishioners of the planned reconstruction of the church building.  He explained that for years they have been playing "Whack-A Mole" repairing different parts of the 100 year old church.  It is a beautiful Gothic Stone building that is slowly falling apart piece by piece.  It was decided that rather than fixing one thing only to have three other things have issues the parish would have a Capital Funds Campaign to raise Two MILLION dollars to do all the renovations at one time.  It is an excellent plan that I totally support.  We are already half way there so by next year at this time I will be attending an entirely refurbished church.  I am excited!

But . . .   that is not what I am writing about.  Back to the Whack-A-Mole analogy.  Today The Man came into the bedroom while I was making the bed and we got talking about his last doctor visit and all the topics that were covered during that visit. (I keep a journal at each visit for exactly this reason.) The Man was questioning some new medication that the doctor talked about prescribing but did he actually send in that order?  Having discussed several other issues concerning different medications neither of us could remember what the outcome was on this one particular subject. (I did not have that information in my book so we guess there never was a final decision on the topic.) As The Man and I were trying to sort through all this The Man said that I was "dealing with a man with a bad heart, lousy lungs, kidney issues, a rash on his legs and a brain that can't remember shit." To which I replied, "We are playing "Whack-A-Mole" !!!

I guess that is just part of the aging process.  Can't pee?  Drink more water.  Drink too much water and it fills up your stomach so that your lungs don't have enough room to expand.  Your lungs aren't expanding so your organs aren't getting enough oxygen so your heart has to work harder.  Your heart has to work harder so you feel like crap and don't want to eat or drink. If you don't drink then you can't pee and it starts all over again.  

Fun times !!!  Unfortunately our bodies are not like my 100 year old church that can go for a complete overhaul. We just have to keep playing the game and hope we score enough points to stay alive for a few more years.