And that, my friends, is life

Today wasn't the greatest day in the world.  We drove over to a local city where hubby had an appointment to see a neurosurgeon.

Let's just put it this way ... that's not a really happy place.

Not knowing exactly where the office was located within this huge facility that includes research, hospital, and clinics ... we parked a gillion miles away, it seems.  Not good for the guy I've lived with for almost 42 years.  Walking can be excruciating for him ... which is why I decided after the appointment that I would walk back to the car by myself so I could drive back through the maze and pick him up.  I was surprised that he so readily agreed, but proud of him, too.

Back to the waiting room today ...

When the patient was wheeled in, I didn't see her at first. I only heard her animal like noises while she was still down the hallway.  I tried to keep reading my book (I'm in the final book of The Hunger Games).  But when I couldn't take it anymore, I looked up.  I saw this thin figure in the wheelchair, leaning to the side, mouth wide open with an indescribable expression across her pathetic face.  It literally filled me with terror ... that someone would have to live like that.

I turned to the man beside me and asked that he take care of me quickly and painlessly ... and not get caught ... should I wind up like that.

Pretty rough, I know.  That's how I'm feeling.  And we have to go back there this week.  One day you're perking along, everything finally looking up ... the next, you're wondering what hit you.  And that, my friends, is life.  How we live it is an entirely different story ...

That's all I've got today.