Griping again
My biggest gripe now-a-days is my eyesight.. I used to be able to read relatively small print without glasses, but now, I need my reading glasses most of the time...even to read my computer screen.
This gripe is a "tie-in" to aging gracefully. I hate how I look now... old, fat and ugly. I used to be almost pretty. I can't stand to see myself in the mirror and I wonder why my husband loves me...I have nothing to offer him...can't work, ugly, cause more work for him, the list is endless. He never complains...but I'm frustrated. I was 47 when I had my stroke and life was moving along at 100 mph...I hit head-on to a brick wall and my life ended{changed} never to be the same again. I certainly hadn't ever given any real thought to retirement prior and now I'm forced medically retired. My feelings are that I have been shoved into a big pile of manure...my life stinks.
OK, you got me on a 'down' day. Yes, I am on an anti-depressant which helps me from following the downward spiral stinkin' thinkin' sinking into the deep abyss of dispair. I'm thinking of the Hee Haw song..."Gloom, Despair and agony on me...." I miss that show...funny segments. I also miss other 'old shows' from the 60's and 70's.
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