25,000 mornings plus or minus

Do you think state of Michigan paid real money for the commercial that blithely announces that we have only 25,000 mornings plus or minus? Am I sensitive because my life counter, which I put on my blog because I thought it was funny, shows that I am well on my way to hitting those 25,000 mornings? Dad will be 80 in a few days. I don't think he's aging gracefully. I just think he's aging and not liking it. I am feeling that I am very much my father's son. The pinched neerve is making my mood funky only because I'm tired of it and I don't like being reminded of it constantly, and it is inhibiting progress on everything because I can't do anything that takes the least bit of exertion using my left arm or there is pain that I cannot ignore. I can be patient as long as I know there is progress. My doc doesn't return until Wednesday and I am traveling all week, so I don't have time to deal with whatever is next. Uber-meds haven't worked any miracles in 5 days. I want days to be purposeful, not waiting for prescription plans to process paperwork or body parts to act the way they should. Who me? Ani-aging? I'll just think about it tomorrow and the day after that and...