I just stay busy and eat good. Last time I saw a doctor was sometime in the 70's for falling off a roof and tearing a ligament. Cost me around $300 a month to live. Everything here is paid for, but I do have a pocket full of credit cards, for cash back points. I make a little at the farmer's market.
I see a lot of really bad off people at the farmer's market. Most of them have lived a life of drinking Pepsi, eating potato chips, and sitting on their butt. Around 60 years old, they end up weighing 400 pounds and can't walk 20 ft without taking a break. You can't tell them gently what you're trying to sell, they're so defensive about their health that they assume you're trying to tell them to eat healthy. So, I just don't say anything. They'll pick up a couple squash, couple tomatoes, maybe some okra. They're going to set it on the counter, because their doctor told them to start eating healthy. It'll set there until it rots, and they'll be back again next Friday.
I'm not afraid of dying, it's not living that bothers me. So, I live as hard as I can, every moment is mine. And I take really good care of my body. If I end up with cancer or something, that's just the way it is. Everybody's going to die, some will suffer immensely for a long time, and some will up and die. I watched my father, my mother, my sister, and my wife die horrible, long drawn out deaths. I have no plans of doing that, but I have a plan for stepping away when it's time. All my friends are already gone. My brother-in-law just had one leg amputated, and is needing stents in the other, which is how the one started. I just go on and on, but every day I'm ecstatic just to be alive. Cold, rainy days I've got plenty to do in the house, but I do waste a lot of time on the internet. Here, and other places, with different interests.
Whatever comes, I'm good. I've been more blessed than anybody I know. Haven't worked in 13 years, except for odd jobs for neighbors up on the paved road. I charge them 3 or 4 bucks an hour, because people don't like it if you work for free. But they like it a lot if you work for cheap. I probably pick up 4 or 5 hundred dollars a year.
I'm not old, but my face seems to be. Crazy looking old coot in the mirror.