The hardest NOT to do is give up. I've had several years now of health challenges, one variation after another.
And seriously, who wants to listen to it.
How does one respond to "how are you feeling?" Truthfully or dishonestly. Serious question.
The brave world of "everyone has a cross to bear, so get on with it." RC liturgy says it right there in the bible. Some bible version anyway.
And of course I hesitate to write honestly. I try to "get on with it."
But old age is baffling - I basically have no role models apart from the "getting on with it" brigade.
I haven't slept in my bed for well over a week now. For the simple reason I can't lie down. So I nap in my recliner. I can't call it sleep.
Hence the title of this blog post:
- complaining in a petulant or whining manner."she became querulous and demanding"
I may sound on the dark side of sanity at the moment. With good reason though, we can all agree.
Lack of sleep does weird things to the brain.
I've arrived at the Querulous Station.
Full steam ahead.
