So, this is the way it's going to be? Grey hair, sore shoulder, one blind eye, very tender foot, can't drive at night, worries about health care, worried about my husband having early onset Alzheimer's? The list of concerns is endless. The children (grown adults now), debt, yard care, gnats (dreaded fruit flies) taking over the kitchen, cat with diabetes, beloved dog has knot on top of head, (what the hell is it?), can't travel because of three dogs and the cat . Like I said endless.
Tomorrow we go to the neurologist and begin a battery of tests to find out why. Maybe he can look at the CT scan and deduce from that what is going on. I'm selfish. I am concerned with what it's going to mean to me. I'm the one most everything falls on. I'm the rudder, I am the captain, I am the sailes, I am everything to keep this ship afloat. When my Mother was dying I was given some wonderful drugs that did not make me sleepy, did not do anything other than make me feel better.
I need them again. I need something to offset the anxiety and the stress.
My bestie has suggested writing. And so, maybe. Can't hurt. The computer is halfway working. Slow but reliable.
Just a old gypsy girl trying taking a new journey reselling. What I'm learning as I go. Use to write about my life, but that is now officially boring.
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