Yesterday's post was full of joy. Allow me this moment to rant.
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If one more person says he's more likely to get hit by a bus than die from what ails him, I am afraid that violence may ensue.
As one lovely (really, a kind and decent soul) human followed up with this: After all, you've had more opportunities to be hit by a bus than someone who is 30.
Hey, we know we're old. We aren't feeling young-ish right now. We don't need the reminder.
It's comforting to be told that you don't need to rush to a lawyer and put your affairs in order, but, as another kind and decent soul said after looking at the two of us, that's because you probably already have that taken care of.
If that is to be our fate, then we'll go out as G'ma wished for herself - to be hit by a bus run by a solvent municipality. I promise to be laughing all the way to the pavement.
I love that you haven't lost your sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the humor is a bit morbid, but I'm still giggling.
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Aging ain’t for the week… Hang in there.
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Yes, a sense of humor is probably the only thing that gets you through situations like this. You have the medical team in place, you have your directions, you can do the hard work and laugh while you are at it. It really is the only way through.
ReplyDeleteI hope you and Terry are finding some giggles along the way, too. The alternative is to lie in bed with the covers pulled over my head, and what fun would that be?
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Wednesday was the day I could have used more laughter. We drove home from San Mateo, leaving behind our fabulous runner/saxophonist who kept us hopping for two days. Our dancing queen has only a few days of school left before she is a senior so she is pretty excited. We laughed a lot for those two days. And then we came home to all of the work here. We have to be ready to go again next week for a treatment at Stanford. I really did want to sit down and cry. Next week when we return Terry goes into isolation in our bedroom and the whole work load is on me. Oh, well, I can do it. That's what we keep telling each other: we can do the hard things. I know you can too.
DeleteOh, my love, I feel your pain as I look at the dishes in the sink and the dishwasher crying to be emptied and the laundry that's clean but unfolded and still in the basket, not on the shelves. Feeding a person with no appetite, managing medications and emotions, and for you, having to do it behind closed doors.
DeleteYes, we can do it. But we'd rather be enjoying the garden with our husbands by our side.
Sigh. As I sing to the scholars, you can't always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes you get what you need.
What we need is outside our ability.. so we make the best of what we have.
Sending hugs and strength.
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Thank you. Hugging you right back.
DeleteI'm grateful that Terry is able to do all the heavy lifting around here this week. He just came in from taking care of an ant invasion on the front porch. Yesterday I opened a living room window only to have a hoard of pincher bugs swarm the window sill. He came with his mini vac and took care of that invasion. I have no intention to open any windows while he is quarantined.
Praying for good medical care and healing for your hubby.
What the hell is wrong with people??
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