It can be a bit of a struggle to keep going sometimes...I'm not too bad when I'm at home, but going out can be such an effort I don't always bother, and then another week has gone by and I've only seen Himself and the postman...and the postie talks so fast I can't understand half of what he's saying, which doesn't make for a sparkling conversation...
It isn't as though I'm bored...just sort of itchy and restless and can't settle to anything and dragging oxygen tubes about doesn't help...and I get seriously cross and snappy and want to smack something.
Then I come on here. And I read about the awful troubles other people are living with and I read bits out to Himself and he says what I'm thinking...I have it easy enough. He's not meaning that in a nasty way, but simply stating the obvious.
I remember a saying...' I used to grumble about not having shoes, until I met a man who had no feet' then I pull myself together and the black cloud finally lifts and life seems better again...
No matter what your own health issues are, you always have the time to answer peoples queries and to put their minds at ease with words of reassurance and helpful advice. And although your totally unaware of it... you make me get a grip of myself and carry on regardless...
Thank you.
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