I lament that my body has already come to a point where things that used to be easy have become overwhelming. Walking fast. Painting the bathroom. Trimming bushes. Sure, I used to feel the aftermath. But now the pain is horrible. I get muscle spasms. The soreness has increased to the point that I sit for hours with ice, pop ibuprofen, and lose sleep. All this in only a couple of months. My blood pressure is going up, even though exercise used to keep it down.
I begrudge the time I spend waiting, especially at doctor's offices or for procedures. If my life is going to be shorter than I thought, I don't want to spend it waiting on the people who are supposed to be helping me. I know they can't always help it and it feels petty to express but the feeling is there.
I begrudge the time I spend waiting, especially at doctor's offices or for procedures. If my life is going to be shorter than I thought, I don't want to spend it waiting on the people who are supposed to be helping me. I know they can't always help it and it feels petty to express but the feeling is there.