Yes you heard right, or more aptly, if I have to clean up shit one more time I think I’m going to call it quits with this care giving thing. Honestly, I did not sign on for this shit (no pun intended) nor was I prepared for this. I have cleaned cow dung that was 3 feet deep and it still smells better than the potpourri of poo and diarrhea that I’ve been contending with lately.
Note to self… it’s never too late to start living your life to the fullest. Start now!
That famous line from Charlie Brown…but I wonder, is there such a thing as good grief?
I’ve found myself this week having major fluctuations in my mood, swinging in and out of feelings of major sadness, loss, and sorrow. I sorely miss the friends of mine who have passed in the last few years… especially my best friend. We joked about growing old together, always being in each other’s life and ending up on a porch somewhere rocking in our chairs. Instead we were having difficult times prior to her death and so I didn’t get a chance to make amends or say good-bye. Is this why I am still struggling with this wretched grieving process?
Life is strange and wonderful and it certainly never ceases to amaze me. The most recent occurrence of this is finding out that Alzheimer’s and peanuts have a connection…and no, don’t freak out as one does not cause the other. I’m sure peanut lovers everywhere are heaving a collective sigh of relief especially as this poor member of the bean family has had such a bad rap in the last few decades. This in itself is interesting (uh-oh I feel a tangent coming on) because hey, they can put a man on the moon but what’s the explanation for the spike in peanut allergies?
So there I was last night sitting watching a wee bit of comedy before bed when it happened again, it being that odd mixture and onslaught of grief mixed in with my laughter…very disconcerting. I mean really… WTF?