Monday, February 27, 2012

Aging

I'm against it.
Aging, that is.

Seriously.

I was only at the hospital for an hour this afternoon and then I had to leave. It was a poop fest in that room. And I just couldn't handle it any more. The hours leading up to my visit, I am hoping everyone in that room will be settled, bowel-wise, when I arrive. The entire time I'm there, I'm tense. My dad always has to go minutes after I arrive; he acknowledges me with a smile and says, "I have to go pee." (Other than my visit on Saturday, when I was there earlier in the afternoon, my time with him is spent dealing with bathroom issues.) And then, all the way around the room, one after another, each man in room 9 takes a crap while in bed.

I hate that I'm a wimp when it comes to bathroom issues. I hate that it depletes me of energy. I hate that I waste time and brain space worrying about it before and during the visit. And I hate that I trash talk myself on the drive home.

I hate that the only way to escape the voice in my head (mine) is by going to sleep. At, like 6 pm. For a long nap.

Aging sucks.

And I'm heading in that direction.

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Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Aspirin. For killer headaches.
2. A sunny day. AND I FOUND MY SUNGLASSES.
3. A very comfy couch to nap on.

Shalom,

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