Older jellies: do you hate to talk about medical stuff?

As you and your friends get older, do you find that your conversation tends to consist more and more of reports on ailments, symptoms, aches and pains, doctors, treatments, meds, and all that?

And do you hate it?

I’d rather talk about anything but. Sure, a little update with friends on major health conditions and events, but then—something less boring!

Especially over a meal.

I know people who regularly send out long e-mail chronicles of their health matters, complete with full, excruciating detail and sometimes even pictures. I think some people talk about this stuff just to show that they can memorize and deliver up quantities of numerical data and meticulous incident-by-incident personal histories. Maybe they’ve never felt so important to themselves.

I’ve told my sons, “When I’m old and feeble and laid in bed under medical care, for Pete’s sake don’t ask me how my breathing or my bowels are or what the doctor said. Ask me what I’m reading.”

Do you relish this subject or avoid it?