Yes, that’s me on a scooter at Target. Shopping for a chair to put in our shower. So I can shower.
When cats get older, and they start getting sick and decrepit, they stop cleaning themselves (i.e., licking themselves). They get ratty and dull from lack of care, and it shows.
I AM AN OLD, SICK CAT. That is the best way I’ve found to describe how I have been feeling post surgery.
My skin is flaking off endlessly.
My hair is a mess.
My clothes are whatever I grab first from the closet that’s either shorts or a skirt or a dress, because it’s not worth trying on 20 things to find something “fun” and/or “cute.”
My daily routine is basically, go to work, shower, do PT, go to bed. No energy for anything fun.
My MINI hasn’t been driven in 2 weeks.
Everything about me is just a little dimmer, a little less me, and a little more frustrating. I am trying to keep the self-thrown pity parties to an absolute minimum — and I swear this isn’t one of them (imagine me saying all of this in a Bethenny Frankel tone of voice, because after a marathon of Real Housewives of New York, I’ve totally stolen her every mannerism) — but riding around on a scooter in Target? That almost makes all this pain worth it.
1 Comment
May 31, 2009 at 10:18 pm
It is so difficult to be injured. Your mobility severely compromised and it really does affect one’s mood. I don’t think people fully understand that until it happens to them. I wish I was there to hug you and kiss you and call you George.
xo