Today is one of those days when my mind wonder how much or how little can we control our own lives?
To get there I must remind myself that it is tremendous hard and persistent work to become old, it definitely is not for 'sissies' . First you have to accept the gradual presence of the pillbox, then you must remember to drink the stupid things on time, if you forget you have to take them anyway and then suffer the horrible run for the toilet between 6pm to 9pm instead of between 2pm to 5pm! As if the meds are not enough you have to cope with the baths and showers that leave you as tired as a first born baby without a bottle, desperately helpless.
Oh, and what about the shoes? Here is a tip: park them at the right angle in front of you and then try to put them on by wriggling your feet in - sometimes that works.
When the night's hours get too long and your eyes are dry and itching from writing or reading too much, then you repack the dishwasher, or start baking 'biskuit'.
Yes, I know that does not always work.
Controling our own lives?
3 comments:
Wow,
I'm so sorry. I did not read your blog.
But, What on earth makes you so interested in me?
You seem like you really care and really want to help.
why?
Thank you for caring.
Life as a 17 is nor normally painless, wonderful and carefree. In fact, I don't know any 17 year old's life that isn't.
Well, I know a few that could be if they weren't so stupid. But, that is there own fault. Actually, I'm pretty sure a lot of the pain I suffer with is my own fault.
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