Category: Worry
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State of Affairs
It could easily become misery city around here these days. For months, my sister has been taking good care of me and coping very well in unfamiliar circumstances. Unfortunately, all of this has taken its toll, and in some respects, she is now almost in a similar situation as me. We are doing most things…
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Are changes as good as a rest?
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I’m sure I’m not the only one who dislikes changes. As I have grown older, I seem to hate them even more, presumably because I am happy with the way things are and see no earthly reason to change anything. When we are young, we are more likely to welcome changes. I mean, some of…
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That moment… when you think you’re on the wrong train…
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These past months, I have been concentrating really hard on what I thought was the job in hand—getting stronger and finding myself again. Just lately, though, less positive thoughts have been creeping into my head. I do my level best to dismiss these thoughts, considering them detrimental to my recovery. All things considered, I am…
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Fire in the Night
Nothing much happens in our town. Quite a busy town, but reasonably quiet and civilised. Everyone is polite, friendly and cheerful. No heated argumaents in the supermarkets or post office queues. What we do seem to have a lot of, is road works. Hardly a week goes by without the arrival of the dreaded traffic…
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The Trouble with Progress…
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The Trouble with Progress… … is that it usually tries to be too clever, too destructive. Maybe this is some test, or a defence mechanism? Since I managed to access my kitchen, many doors have opened for me. I can wander out there to drink water or wash my hands. Such small privileges but tremendous…
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If Wishes were Horses…
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I didn’t want to write yet another post about my problems, as you are probably as tired of reading about them as I am tired of writing them. But… These problems are getting in the way of everything, and I can’t seem to work my way around them. Rather than face either of my accident…
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Did she fall…
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Or was she pushed? This has always been a question for me, and I would love to know the answer. At 6 feet tall, I know I can’t do delicate. I have always been the proverbial bull in the china shop. But whenever I fall down, why don’t I end up in a heap where…
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Patience is a funny thing…
Patience is a funny thing. And not just the card game… Never ending for some things, yet remarkably short for others. I am known for my patience and will often hang on long after most people have given up. But I am beginning to discover what happens when it runs out. My recovery at the…
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My babies need me!
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These are not mine, but I wish… I am temporarily unable to go outside (my sister is still unmovable about this), and I do understand her caution. However, having done both, I don’t think there’s much difference between falling on concrete and falling on carpet. I have had some spectacular falls, but the one that…
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What a difference a Day Makes!
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Image by AxxL from Pixabay What a difference a Day Makes! This is turning out to be a peculiar week. My doctor’s appointment to discuss the outcome of the recent scan finally arrived on Tuesday. I turned up to a lovely, caring welcome from this new doctor, which was so different from my usual treatment. There was no…