Independance ....the joke is on me

Its been almost 3 weeks since I've changed addresses.  I have done my best to do it all myself.  OK I admit defeat.  I can work on accepting this stage of the recovery.  It goes against the very grain of my being,  I don't like being weak.   Maybe that's where the humility comes in.  There is still so much I need help with.  I tried to do my shower today and fell.  Managed  to get up and give myself a sponge bath.  Finally  made it back to my chair. Rested and then lunch was brought to me, made me so happy.  

I finally was able to clean up my room and I moved the printer over to the dresser, I set in my wheel chair to accomplish these tasks. I guess necessity brings about inventions.  

I do feel like a very cruel joke has been played on me.  I am so tired, so tired  I am feeling lost. Unsure of my future. Do I have a future?  The stomach issues are back. not as bad as before, but need Tylenol for the pain.  

I am frustrated and angry ay myself.  Why can't I function like a normal person?  Why, cause I'm not.  Is being a miracle, a good thing . YES it's one of those days.  And I know that there are many of my friends out there that are in need of prayers. 

And I guess the pity party is over for today.  Be blessed Peeps and never, never give up

   

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