Am I the only one who sits there, listening to the litany of aches and pains—the hip, the knee, the damn digestion—and all I can think about is the video game waiting for me at home? Every single day, every day, it's the same story, the same complaints, and I just… I want to get out. My grandson came to visit my mother today, and I swear to god, I saw it in his eyes. That same look. Anyone else just want to scream sometimes? Because after a lifetime of this, I'm just so… done.