It came to me this morning. I have been living like a senior for the last three weeks. I say this because I’m surrounded by people who are 80+ years old and here I am just “a kid”. It’s been one helluva an eye opening experience for me to witness and feel first hand how they are treated. I can’t say that I look forward to that time of my life when I pretty well surrender my independence for comfort and caring. I’m not going to be a good resident when my time comes.
Meanwhile back at the ranch …
I took the compression sleeves off this morning and my left arm is just soaking in lotion. I have some pretty good bruising to remind me of what happened. I go home on Tuesday (touch wood). All will be good then. It will feel good to once again sit at my table, drinking coffee and watch my birds.
