When your mind and body doesn’t correlate eachother anymore as they used to. Your body wants to say “hey! lets go out and do things!” but your mind tends to go “Nah, I just want to sit here and think about stuff” and sometimes it is the opposite.
When your mind and body doesn’t correlate eachother anymore as they used to. Your body wants to say “hey! lets go out and do things!” but your mind tends to go “Nah, I just want to sit here and think about stuff” and sometimes it is the opposite.
Getting old is a sniper’s alley. You’re running through, and all around you people are getting picked off, dropping to the ground. Cancer, stroke, dementia, falling down the stairs. Somehow you’re still going, brilliant! But then you find a lump, or get chest pains…
So far I’m one of the lucky ones, still dodging the bullets but hoping for a good clean end when it’s my turn.
I’m hit! Woman down! Slipped on the ice and am now in hospital with a fucked-up knee. Waiting for an MRI scan, spending the night here. Codeine isn’t helping, hoping for some hillbilly heroin.
On the bright side I have excellent friends and neighbours. I feel loved.