Hello Darling Ones,
Happy last day of 2023. I hope the door hits it in the ass on its way out. This has not been my year.
I’ve spent the day mindlessly getting my house in order. I put a new air filter in the furnace, watered the Sadness Garden, and other minor tasks I ignored while my family was here for three weeks.
The day has also been spent wildly swinging through bitter jealousy and utter gratitude.
The jealousy stems from reading everyone’s year-in-review and I am bitter.
No fair people got to travel and eat cool foods and go to concerts and experience neat things while I sat around recovering from a stroke trying to come to terms with being disabled and freaking out about my my dwindling bank account.
What a rip off!
And, of course, I’m overjoyed that I’m still here to be jealous and broke.
Last week when I was leaving my last pool appointment of the year, my therapist wished me a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
“When you come back we can talk about our resolutions,” she said, watching me carefully lumber down the slipper stairs from the pool.
I reached the main floor and grabbed my walker. “My resolution is to continue living.” I shuffled past her on my way to the shower room to change.
“I think you can do that,” she said to my back.
“NO STROKES IN 2024.” I raised my fist in the air ala Bender in “The Breakfast Club” as I made it into the shower room.
My year has been pretty well documented, so I won’t rash it for you. You’re welcome.
Instead, I will tell you I’m cautiously optimistic about 2024 because my retina specialist eye doctor told me I could finally get new glasses. (I go to the regular doctor & the eye doctor in Tuesday.)
I’m 100% convinced these new specs will solve all my problems and will be irrationally disappointed when my right-side doesn’t magically feel lighter, my tremor doesn’t disappear, and the arthritis in my knees & ankles isn’t magically cured.
At least I’ll be able see clearly and more easily write about the crushing disappointment of still being broken.
YAY!
Happy New Year, Darling Ones. Thank you for sticking with me through this terrible, no-good, very bad ordeal.
Bring it, 2024!
Jodi