Those 70ish Girls

THINGS GET LOOSER IN YOUR SEVENTIES

By Valerie Halla

I’m not one to write toilet humor nor about disgusting physical failings that are often unmentionable but it hits us all including my dog. Incontinence is no fun.

One morning recently it seemed like my life was full of cleanups. I had to help my husband, who has melanoma brain cancer, to the bathroom but he didn’t make it in time. In fact I already had two pair of his sweatpants in the wash from previous accidents. So I did a couple loads of laundry then went to check the dog pad on our front room floor. What a mess met me there as I looked on the floor. Nincompoop had peed not only on top of the pad but urine had flowed under the edge of the pad also. It was a poodle – er – puddle of wetness. She had also let loose over in a corner on the hardwood floor and then moved onto an electric cord with poop. She was living up to her name! It was poop galore. It was one dirty mess after another. It was stinky. It was ugly. It was old age.

I started the cleanup, all the while knowing my old dog can’t help it since she’s almost 13. It was not only incontinence in my husband’s case but also in my dog’s. It might hit us all. We might have to clean it up for ourselves or get help. The physical therapist who helped my husband said to use briefs. I remembered my mom calling them “adult diapers”. It did sound kinder to say “briefs.”Accidents in our 70’s do happen, so briefs are insurance. You pay for it not just for your car or house or boat, but just in case an accident happens even in embarrassing circumstances with loose bowels or kidneys. Although it’s more fun to think of your car, house or boat needing insurance instead of your pants.

I’m not an expert at discussing the medical aspects of incompetence or incontinence or incompleteness or infidelity or any “in” words. A lot is being done for we 70ish kids in the medical field. If you have incontinence, see your doctor. If your dog has it, see a vet or buy doggie diapers…uh…. briefs. Your dog won’t care what you call them. Just don’t let it go, so to speak. You don’t want to be in a store with a puddle suddenly surrounding you on the floor. Nor do you want your dog lifting his leg on a stranger’s pants. My mom used to say, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” That’s true about people also. I will probably have trouble learning to use briefs but when that day comes, I’m sure things like muscles won’t he so strict and tight. I’m sure things will be loose and flowing along. Just go with it the best you can. And seek help.

It’s just a part of life in our 70’s. Our body parts get looser and our brains get weaker. You can take care of yourself by exercising more and eating right but research shows that socializing also is a big benefit to anti-aging. My Aunt Loretta used to discuss either taking care of her figure or her face but she couldn’t do both she said, so she was going to sit around mostly. She had a strong social network and was great at socializing. Nowadays there are even armchair exercises and physical therapists who can help you tighten those muscles. There are apps to help you find the nearest restrooms if you’re traveling and need to get to one fast. There are portable commodes to put next to your bed and I could go on but just know that you’re not alone in this incontinence problem. (You’re not even safe laughing at a good joke.)

My cousin on my Dad’s side who is ten years older, told me she got a nice set of bowls as a gift for her first wedding long ago. She was writing her thank you notes, like we did in the 1950’s, and wrote to the gift giver: Thank you for the pretty bowels.

Here’s hoping our bowels are pretty and work for a while longer.