How does one value health? More importantly, how does one get it back? Not the generic “one”, specifically me! Between the coughing and the codeine I am trying to write what I feel about myself and how frustrated I feel.
If that isn’t your cup of tea (tea is always good for the sick) then I have some options for you! Three great articles relating to women and the USA elections by some very astute people. I did this cheat stuff about a month ago in Pain and writing are not good house-mates, so here is a cheat! and given I really, really liked the articles below I’m sharing them with you.
- Are men wrecking sport for women? – Ben Pobjie. Ben claims to be a comedian, but he sure writes some serious stuff for a comedian.
- How women voters became the King makers – Jane Caro. I watched Jane on QandA once and was instantly a fan!
- Florida, I do declare – Diane Roberts. Diane pretty much confirms what Dr Paul Lehman commented on my article about western civilisation yesterday.
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miserable complaining venting, let’s get to it. I was SO pissed off yesterday I vented my frustration on Twitter. Twitter was about the only thing that kept me sane yesterday, between my bouts of codeine-fuelled napping. I am not good at doing absolutely nothing. That and checking on the USA election results, of course. Twitter requires a short attention span and with a limit of 140 characters, massive brain power is an optional extra.
How does life change once Permanent Residency is granted? Mr O is the best placed person to write about this and maybe after we move he will – right at the moment we are in a whirlwind!
As Mr O’s wife, I can make a few observations.
“Nothing more to worry about” is one statement Mr O made. This puts Mr O and Mrs O in very different places as far as worry is concerned. I panic if the gas bill is a day overdue. Of course, to a man who slept in a staircase in India and had to wake up before anyone stepped on him, the gas bill being a day overdue is hardly worth worrying about.
“Oh shit”, I cried on the train into the city the other night.
“What?” Mr O asked.
“Did I lock the car?”
“You’d give a person a heart attack,” he replied. I might add the car locks itself.
“That is not worth worrying about.”
To a man who was nearly beaten to death, who didn’t know where his children were for several years, it isn’t worth worrying about. He is right. What is an unlocked car compared with worrying about your children every day, not knowing if they were OK?
I am smiling as I write this. Messrs O Jnr 1 and 2 have booked me for homework help. It is also Sunday, the day I usually take the clan swimming (IF they have been good, of course! ).
I said to Mr O Jnr 1 that as he had booked first, we would do his homework as soon as he finishes his breakfast. Mr O Jnr 2 piped up with the idea that we would go swimming first and do homework later.
My response was, “We do what we HAVE to do first and what we WANT to do second. Golden rule for life.”
Like buying what we NEED before we buy what we WANT.
This little exchange reminded me of a recent article by NRHatch, The Right to Life and the theft of money from my daughter’s husband via a credit card mailed to an old address – by a TWELVE year-old! Bah-humbug is where that sad tale is told.
Responsibility for our actions is something I believe needs to be learnt and reinforced early in life.
Many thanks to Miss O 1 who was a wonder and a gem helping me yesterday! A young lady with a clearly developed sense of responsibility. Plus we had a lovely coffee and muffin stop on the way!
Today was another personal step forward in Mr O’s new life. Much of my publishing of late has focussed on our four children, so this article focusses on the man at the centre of this whole journey: my husband!
My camera skills were are little off this morning, but I did catch a happy smile!
Elizabeth writes such inspirational work. Her look, today, at a poem by Rudyard Kipling seemed to speak to me, so I am sharing.
If ~ by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
I am so very tired. I didn’t sleep well last night: bad sleep never helps. It is only 7:55pm now, but I know when it comes to bed time, I will be unable to sleep.
This waiting, waiting, waiting is debilitating. As much as I try to stay positive, to lift my spirits, to find the motivation to appear “normal”, today I am fighting a losing battle. I’ve had only a very short conversation with my husband for I know if I speak longer he will detect the sadness in my voice and be worried. I don’t want that.