After my tantrum yesterday about aphasia, i have been thinking what have I really got to complain of.
Yes I was upset yesterday because I was frustrated....at the weekend I was unable to comfort a friend who had just split up from her husband, rather suddenly and acrimonously. All I could do was give a hug whilst the tears were flowing. I couldnt find the right words. I kept saying --I dont know what to say. What use is that.
I also wanted to respond to someones blog, but I just couldnt think of the words to say. But I sat and thought about it and I cobbled something together eventually. At least writing I have time to think about it. Conversations are instant.
My son said something as well which "upset" me, he didnt mean to- but that teenagers for I suppose
I should really get it all into perspective- I can walk and talk well enough to hold down a job. So I should be grateful for my lot.
I feel guilty about moaning, but I just feel a bit down suddenly.
Oh it will pass.
Maybe I am more worried about a hospital appt I have on the 29th than I think. It kind of brings all the early days back again.
I think I will tidy up, go to bed and tomorrow is another day
Goodnight all, thanks for "listening".