My complaint is recovery is like a prison sentence! It’s “Groundhog Day” every day! Except for yesterday. Yesterday, Mom came down and drove me to Ft. Mill cause I had some business to transact.
I guess I should have eaten more in the morning. I had a banana for breakfast but by the time we left (Noon), my stomach was empty. The car was warm and the drive was nice but by the time we turned back onto Sherwood Circle, my stomach revolted.
“Hurry”, I said. She didn’t hear me.
“HURRY”, I said again. She put on her brakes.
“No, HURRY!” By the time we got to our driveway, I was working hard to hold it back. When we pulled to a stop, I opened the door and, thankfully, was able to release all that pent up…..Nothing! But, of course, that didn’t stop me from assaulting the drive way once more and spending 5 more minutes in the bathroom “talking to Ralph”. All because there was nothing on my stomach. I won’t make that mistake again.
Otherwise, I am religated to truly the “same old, same old” every day. Since I am able to complain about it, I must be getting better. This time last week I didn’t have the strength to complain!
I never thought I’d complain about doing nothing all day, at home, in the Shire!
