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Originally Posted by Greenguy
Woke up in a really good mood
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Wish I had! Woke up feeling down, spent the morning slipping lower.
Four months ago age was just a number. I am not as old as my numerical age. I walked well over 10 miles a day, most of it being pulled around by a dog strong enough to drag a truck. Then after two weeks in in bed sick at home, followed by three months in bed in hospital I am as weak as a kitten. The five minute walk to the grocer's exhausts me. As a result of the illness I have to wear special shoes to stop the bones in my foot crumbling. I need a walking stick to help me walk. The District Nurse visits three times a week. I feel old. Older than my numerical age.
The worst part is that the social workers are discussing if I need home help, as they feel I can no longer look after myself. Four months ago there was no question of this, I was looking after myself like a twenty year old. But because of the "pocketed virus" in my foot, they now think I need home help. N.B.
They think I need home help,
They have not asked me,
They think I am too old the decide for myself and
They are going to decide for me!
There is an old line "Growing old is a bitch, but it beats the alternative." I used to quote that, but now I'm not so sure I agree with the last bit.
