DAY-AM
Yesterday it was kind of funny. You know...a little ouchie with each and every step. But as the day wore on it got worse and worse, to the point where I can't walk down the steps. I have to sit on my butt and scoot down the steps. I'm wondering if I can make it to church. I have to work tomorrow! What have I done to myself? Mega-Motrin (800 mg) isn't helping.
What IS this getting-old thing? It's kicking my ass! That has to be the problem, right? Sure I don't climb up and down twelve flights of stairs that often, but it still shouldn't have this kind of effect on me, should it? Just 13 months ago I climbed to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral and I was perfectly fine afterwards. What happened to me? WHAT?
Maybe it's that green tea supplement I'm taking. It's a secret diabolical formula designed to wipe out all the not-that-fat people on earth. What an evil plan! Disguised as a weight-loss aid, it's really a poison. Stair-climbing is the catalyst.
Anyway, since I couldn't move yesterday, (well, I did manage to walk three miles before the pain got worse), I finished another book. "The Glass Castle." It was very good, reminded me of one of my all-time favorite books, "Angela's Ashes." Both authors had alcoholic fathers that slowly robbed their families of everything, sometimes to the point of near-starvation. Reading both books, I felt incredible frustration and anger at fathers that would do such things to their children. I also felt grateful to have married a good man. Alcohol has the power to reduce a man to thieving from his own children, stealing the food from their little mouths. Unfortunately, I know a certain person who has witnessed this first-hand.
What IS this getting-old thing? It's kicking my ass! That has to be the problem, right? Sure I don't climb up and down twelve flights of stairs that often, but it still shouldn't have this kind of effect on me, should it? Just 13 months ago I climbed to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral and I was perfectly fine afterwards. What happened to me? WHAT?
Maybe it's that green tea supplement I'm taking. It's a secret diabolical formula designed to wipe out all the not-that-fat people on earth. What an evil plan! Disguised as a weight-loss aid, it's really a poison. Stair-climbing is the catalyst.
Anyway, since I couldn't move yesterday, (well, I did manage to walk three miles before the pain got worse), I finished another book. "The Glass Castle." It was very good, reminded me of one of my all-time favorite books, "Angela's Ashes." Both authors had alcoholic fathers that slowly robbed their families of everything, sometimes to the point of near-starvation. Reading both books, I felt incredible frustration and anger at fathers that would do such things to their children. I also felt grateful to have married a good man. Alcohol has the power to reduce a man to thieving from his own children, stealing the food from their little mouths. Unfortunately, I know a certain person who has witnessed this first-hand.
posted by Juanita at
7:23 AM
1 Comments:
Alcoholism really is tragic. Fortunately, the person you speak of has a family and friends who would never let them fall that far. I really fear for those who don't have that kind of support. In a marriage, you're supposed to be the other back, not the wire they trip over.
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