If you've been around me any length of time, you'll know I love having a front row seat when possible. Church. Concerts. Comedy shows. Auctions. I want to be front and center, where the action is, so I don't get distracted and miss something. I want to be part of the event and front is where it's at. Lately I've had a front row seat to some things that I wish I could unsee. My mother's Alzheimer's diagnosis and the last year and a half of watching her slow and steady decline into a world of unknowns has taken a toll. I tend to hold every emotion inside. Always have. I've learned -these past fifteen months or so- that this is bad for my health. Stress levels are impacting how I feel. Palpitations, and a diagnosis of "harmless" PACs, have left me trying to manage this stress. It's gotten easier but, I'll admit, I still have things shoved down inside. And then along came CDH. A diagnosis I'd not heard of before it was given to gran
You are becoming very difficult to shop for.
ReplyDeleteYou must not know me very well, I've always been difficult to shop for.
DeleteI want the fish vase. Lol
ReplyDeleteJust yesterday your father told me he took the garlic cloves out of the olives he bought at Big Bird's olive bar. I had told him you want fresh garlic for the green beans and he thought they would do. I told him "no," you wanted fresh garlic. Funny. & =^ )
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