Friday, September 01, 2006

That Competitive Nature

As children, we learned about being competitive.

“I can run faster than you.”

“Nonny nonny nah nah, I got a bigger piece of cake!”

“Bet my grade is better than yours.”

“I’m the prettiest.”

Teen years only made the spirit of competition more robust and by the time we achieved status in the working world, we had honed our talents to a razor sharp edge.

Now we are retired. Has the urge to compete worn off? Absolutely not. We are just competitive about different topics. The only good thing to come from the high prices of drugs is that we elders now have something new to berate and/or brag about. Have you listened in to any conversations at the pharmacy counter among the “Part D” recipients?

“Whooeee, why just last month my blood pressure pills alone were over $200!”

“Huh. You think that’s bad, you should see the cost of that dang drug the doc put me on for high cholesterol.”

“Listen, the two of you just think you are paying through the nose. Look at the cost of these refills for my arthritis and diabetes medicine. Just out of sight, I tell you, out of sight!”

“Well, you would just not believe what I had to give up just to pay for this small bottle of pills. I just don’t see where the money is coming from for the refill.”

Oh, the competition.

Truth is, it was a lot more fun when we were younger. Besides, you may have been able to outrun me, but I definitely was the prettiest!

© Copyright 2006 Suzzwords


  1. Anonymous11:53 AM

    This reminds me of an old Saturday Night Live sketch. Two middle-aged women are comparing 'bloat'. "You think YOU'RE bloated?! I tell you about bloat. I got so bloated that...."

  2. Anonymous3:18 PM

    Amen! By the way, I bet my BP is higher than yours.


  3. I haven't been to your site before SUZZ, but I think I'll be coming back. There's a nice easy manner in your writing...comforable....I like it. It's what brings me back to the blogs I visit every day.

    I bet I was up earlier blogging today than you were...what do ya think?