Bummed but blessed
I just tried to open a jar of sugar water for the hummingbirds. It twisted wrong and got stuck. I tried again. And again. ARGH. I can't do what I used to be able to do, thanks to Dup. It's stuck, and I can't open it, and my hands hurt, and I'm MAD, and I just want to scream. Because now I have to wait for my husband to get home and help me. Then I remind myself that I have a husband, someone who's there to help me when things like this happen. Many people with this disease don't have anyone like I do. And so, despite these frustrations, I am blessed. I have someone who loves me and is more than willing to fill in when I'm unable to do what I want to do.
That stinks, Sheryl. I get so mad at pill bottles I sometimes want to throw them against the wall. But, like you , I have a husband who will eventually come home and help me. That’s a blessing. But sometimes it’s hard to keep the cuss words from flying out. I hope you don’t hear them down in south Texas! πππMy hands are crippled by rheumatoid arthritis.
ReplyDeleteOh, bless your heart! Getting older sure has its challenges. We'll just keep forging ahead, right? And praying too.
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