Life has been emotional recently, that’s the only way I can describe it.
As well as days filled with tears supporting The Golfer after the loss of his long time friend there have been days full of other emotions…..
- Days with visits to the GP – very early (minus breakfast) visits to the path lab (how can they ‘muck up’ a procedure they do constantly meaning I had to go back so they could take more??) – a visit to radiology for another CTScan (more deterioration and no real answer as to why one foot is permanently numb) – visits to a physiotherapist…….taking a different tack rather than chiropractic care thanks to Federal Gov. allied health scheme of subsidised treatment. Which appears to be working- if I remember to do the exercises!
- Days when I felt I’d clobber the next shop assistant who called me Dear – three times in one week! Am I getting to look like ‘a dear old lady’ or have these people (who serve me regularly and actually know my name) decided that time has arrived.
- Following on from that I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry the day I dropped my scripts while waiting in line at the pharmacy…….as I’m doing my usual initial – ‘do I need to pick it up’ look at the floor – a voice behind me asks if I’d like her to pick them up for me.
Do I look ‘old and decrepit, needing a helping hand (don’t answer that one😊)….or was this just her nature
Days when the words just don’t come…
- With all the sewing I’ve done in my life surely I would have known the answer to this crossword clue:-.
Sewer’s finger guard. 7 letters
……well I sat there the other day almost in tears. I kept looking at my fingers seeing ‘it’ on one of them but couldn’t for the life of me remember the word THIMBLE
I rather think Friko is not the only one in her ‘club’
https://frikosmusings.blogspot.com/2024/06/still-alive-and-ranting.html
And talking of clubs I had coffee with a group of ladies last week – we all belonged to the same social club years ago. Getting together primarily to ‘support’ (cheer up) one whose husband was in respite (aged) care for a couple of weeks with a view to move in permanently but also to catch up…..and talk about life changes (aka ‘will my ailment top yours’ )…..and to laugh while sharing our journey.
‘Banjo’ Patterson knew what he was on about when he wrote –
The Road to Old Man’s Town.
The fields of youth are filled with flowers
The wine of youth is strong
What need have we to count the hours?
The summer days are long
But soon we find to our dismay
That we are drifting down
The barren slopes that fall away
Towards the foothills grim and grey
That lead to Old Man’s Town
And marching with us on the track
Full many friends we find
We see them looking sadly back
For those that dropped behind
But God forbid a fate so dread —
ALONE to travel down
The dreary road we all must tread
With faltering steps and whitening head
The road to Old Man’s Town!
Monday Musings – a time to think and ponder
How have your days been? Hopefully better than mine
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Sound like a right misery don’t I – better days are just round the corner
I hope!
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Still Waters 