Risk Taking

Not much anymore, maybe 4-5. Did all my big risk taking when I was younger and now there is really no reason. My biggest risky business now is shopping online or maybe trying out a new recipe -- woo hoo.
 
Underock1 said:
Physical risk? Always been a 1. I do eat things I drop on the floor though, not to mention my shirt, the bed, etc. I don't pay attention to the latest bulletins about things that will kill me if I eat them either. So by choice, maybe I should call myself a 2 or 3. Now; every step that I take is a risk. So I'm probably an 8, but not by choice.
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Underock, I love your reasoning. I was going to say a low number, like 1, but this way of thinking has me up to a 3 already. I probably do take some physical risks out of necessity. Maybe a 5?
 
NancyNGA said:
Underock, I love your reasoning. I was going to say a low number, like 1, but this way of thinking has me up to a 3 already. I probably do take some physical risks out of necessity. Maybe a 5?
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Thank you, Nancy. As "seniors", we are all in this together. I'm sure you're younger than I. Certainly prettier. If we survive everything else, eventually just closing our eyes becomes a risk.

Meanwhile..:banana:
 
I wasn't just thinking of physical risks when I said 8.5. I have done white water rafting and kayaking, sea kayaked, won't bungy jump, but would do sky diving even though I'm afraid of heights. But I was thinking of other kinds of risks - my first trip out of the US was alone and I rented a car - safe country though as it was Ireland. Moved out of the US permanently. Married a Scot I met online. I would say agreeing to go live in somewhat primitive conditions in Uganda for 2 years was risky and brave. So I'll stick with 8 or 8.5.
 
Well I have taken risks all my life, especially with guys, but now, at 80 I guess its time to cool it down from an 8 to about a 4!
 
Manatee, some of the greatest adventures taken are in one's mind--often high risk, but with a huge payoff. Senior minds are tough! Growing old ain't for sissies, takes strength and courage to travel to the end of one's life. Some of the bravest and most

inspiring people I have ever met were/are in their eighties and nineties. They retain their humanity and sense of humour until the end. Leave a legacy of love and respect behind. Without even knowing it, they were/are mentors to many of us hoping for

wings to lift us above the fear of our own mortality. They risked everything to remain who they were/are, regardless of physical decline/limitations. I hope I have half their courage when it is my turn. One lady, a veteran of WW2, is marvelous in providing support to older vets who are still struggling with "their war." she is ninety one, and in a wheelchair.
 
Shalimar said:
I think I am a seven--would be higher, but I am afraid of heights, and I am claustrophobic. Other than that, bring it on!
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Are you serious about that? I should not be surprised, though, given the "early-on' events. Still, it's a subject I often wonder about. My nephew's wife could not stay with us: the bedroom was too confining (14 ft. by 20ft.) 280 sq. ft. Yet, she can ride in a car......get in an elevator.....what actually defines Claustrophobia? imp
 
Underock1 said:
Physical risk? Always been a 1. I do eat things I drop on the floor though, not to mention my shirt, the bed, etc. I don't pay attention to the latest bulletins about things that will kill me if I eat them either. So by choice, maybe I should call myself a 2 or 3. Now; every step that I take is a risk. So I'm probably an 8, but not by choice.
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You EAT your shirt, the bed....?? Small wonder little phases you! Ha! imp
 
I never knew I was even a little bit claustrophobic till I was in my mid 40's and had to have a MRI done on my shoulder. The gal slid me up in that thing and I only lasted two minutes max and that was a fight......I had to be pulled out and reschedule with IV sedation.

I've had to have two more MRI's since and they've both been done with IV sedation.
 
IKE said:
I never knew I was even a little bit claustrophobic till I was in my mid 40's and had to have a MRI done on my shoulder. The gal slid me up in that thing and I only lasted two minutes max and that was a fight......I had to be pulled out and reschedule with IV sedation.

I've had to have two more MRI's since and they've both been done with IV sedation.
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When I have an MRI done, I put on the headphones and listen to music, (my choice, but they have all genres) and then close my eyes and have the technician put a folded towel over my eyes. That pretty much allows me to kind of be in my own world for 45 minutes.
 
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