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Lolo, Meet the 21st Century
September 16, 2008The one thing that depresses me about growing a year older each year is the knowledge that someday, all those years and lines would take their toll on my motor coordination. In time, I’d end up like most octagenarians - moving ever so slowly and entrusting life and limbs to the doings of my cane.
I worry about my grandparents, I do. They stumble around with the motor coordination of a two-year-old. If I had my way, I’ll rig their house and I’ll rig them, too, so that they can have a 24-hour Medical Alert hotline of sorts right at their fingertips. If anything ever happens to them, they won’t have to scream themselves hoarse for help. There’s little that an old person’s screaming could do, after all. When you’re as old as my gramps, for example, you’d be lucky if you can actually get some decent screaming done.
So yeah, if I had my way, the money, and the technology, constant Medical Alert it is. I’ll rig my grandfolks’ house. I’ll have a fall alert detector put up so that if one of them falls and can’t push a button, much more scream for help, someone else would be alerted. A GPS tracking bracelet with 2-way speakerphone won’t be a bad idea, either. Should my lolo ever feel the need to pull a Forrest Gump, we won’t have to go scouring for him the whole city over. We can track him like ‘em CSI people do! How cool is that?
Lolo, meet technology.
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