Roger Angell: Life in the Nineties : The New Yorker
Tina Miller, MA,CFLE stashed this in aging
Stashed in: New Yorker
I’m ninety-three, and I’m feeling great. Well, pretty great, unless I’ve forgotten to take a couple of Tylenols in the past four or five hours, in which case I’ve begun to feel some jagged little pains shooting down my left forearm and into the base of the thumb. Shingles, in 1996, with resultant nerve damage.