Sickness eventually makes me grateful
I must be feeling better because here I am, outside on my patio, in the pouring rain… BUT I have an umbrella! I just needed to escape from inside, or maybe I needed some fresh air. I don’t know and don’t care; it’s a little chilly, but I can handle it. I’m so tired of being sick. I’ve a whole bunch of thoughts and words swirling around inside of me waiting to break free… hmmmm
I brought my computer out here, and as I’m settling in, I’m realizing how cold it is, and I may have to go back inside and put more clothes on, shit! So here goes, I think stuff is starting to happen down in that country to the south of us. Sending in the trumps, oooops, I meant the troops, to Washington, DC, may have been a huge mistake by the P/P (pedophile President). I should make that a small p/p… get it?
I know, I need to get a life. The thing is, writing about this brings me a measure of peace and fulfillment. I feel like I’m doing my part to share what most are feeling, but don’t want to ‘rock the boat, so to speak’. My mouth became unfettered in my sixties when I divorced my ex of 40 years. I was never free to speak my mind before that without it causing huge marital woes. Did you like that? … I did : )
I also care way too much, but this is how I’ve chosen to live my life. When I see something, I say something, and I live with my heart and not my head. Good grief, I couldn’t write half of what I do now if I listened to my head! It could’ve saved me a lot of heartache with men, I know, but then the joys and the highs of my life would not have been so amazing. That’s a fact!
Okay, now where was I? I started with politics, and now I’m into my love life, or lack of one. The sun is now peeking through, and I feel so cozy out here in my comfort zone. Being sick has also given me a new perspective on my life. I don’t know jack-shit about looking after myself anymore. When did that happen, or have I always been like this?
I just want my mommy to look after me, but I would have to dig her up. My daughter helps somewhat, and she counsels me on what drugs to take or not to take. The latest is SALT, and I had not heard of that before. They actually have packets you can buy in the drugstore to drink! Yep, I’m not making this up, Google it.
Well, I didn’t have the will to go anywhere too far from my bed or my lazyboy chair. I did find some salty cheezies, though, and by God, I think I did feel a little better after choking some down. The medications were hit and miss, having to be careful because they are all so strong now, and only one every 12 hours, geeze.
This being sick is too complicated for me. I don’t like it, and I’ve forgotten everything I’m supposed to know. I did decide to go with the flow and not worry about anything other than going back to bed whenever I felt like it. Whatever it was that knocked me down, I will never know. I’m calling it the flu bug, and I’ve recovered from it.
I can get back to worrying about politics and what my kids are up to and, and, what the hell happened to my place? A slob lives here for sure, and when I find her, she’d better clean up this mess! How can a sick person make such a mess anyways? How is this even possible? I may have to move out here onto my patio.
The best part about being better is that we get to appreciate our health when we recover. How else would we know how good we have it if we were never sick? Right? I can get back into my life and my blogging and trying to right the world’s wrongs and, and… I think that’s a wrap!
Copyright August 13th 20205