One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small

I try not to complain, but this “aging” thing I have going is becoming annoying.  Oh, I understand that I don’t have the ability to stop it in its tracks, but there are times I sure wish I could do so.

This morning is a prime example of what I mean.  Well, frankly, I have to start it out with last night.

After being horrified by the National news it took me seemingly forever to relax enough to be able to sleep.  I normally can dop off about 11 every night and sleep through till morning……..with a fricking sleeping pill. But last night, even with the danged pill, I didn’t drop off till after 5 am.

The day’s events just kept floating around in my brain. The hatred that I witnessed from afar was just too much for me to put it aside.

The dehumanization that it took for a young man to simply drive into a crowd, then back up and drive over his victims again before racing off backward and harming even more people, was so shocking to me that I couldn’t absorb it.  It floated through my thoughts like a miasma. I tossed and turned seemingly forever.

The older I become the more difficult it is to be comfortable, whether lying down, sitting or standing.  This little annoyance my doctor calls “Arthuritis” (it must be a midwestern way of saying the word) never lets me alone for long.  Arms and legs aching, joints swelling..it’s beyond annoying and into the realm of maddening.

Then there is the fact that I have to take so many dad-blasted pills every day. One would think my entire diet was encompassed in pills.  I can not help but remember a cartoon (the Jetsons) where everyone popped pills to eat instead of having food. Even the dog had a pill in the morning!

I have to take the “One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small”….and of course the ones that do nothing at all.  Well, they must do something, but I’m not sure what they do as I never feel anything from them.

OK, enough of whinging.

That’s another thing that annoys me about this aging thing.  People whing on and on about their aches and pains…it’s as if we are all trying to outdo each other.

Back to this morning.

I finally woke up somewhere in the neighborhood of tomorrow. (I think it was 9 am actually). I had to take my dad-gummed blood sugar..now, I haven’t gone into the diabetes full steam as of yet…I am a “borderline”…no comments from the psychologists who read this blather. It isn’t a borderline personality.  In any event, taking my blood sugar helps me decide what food to eat and what exercise to do and whether I should stick my head in an oven yet.

I checked it and it looks as if today I get to eat cardboard and sawdust instead of food. That’s what a lack of sleep gets me…oh and stress over the insanity taking over my country.  So after a breakfast of sawdust and cardboard, I took my pills. One for the heart, two for diabetes, three to keep breathing….it’s a wonder I remember to take these blasted things at all. I have one that counteracts the side effects of another…….how crazy is that? Why not just have a pill with no side effects so I can skip a few?

As soon as I finished the pills, I got to chase cats.  They had wandered in through the dog door and decided to bring their breakfast inside.  Their breakfast, unfortunately, was still flapping madly around the house with them in hot pursuit. After a bazillion years or so I managed to cage the birds (yes, there was more than one bird in the house) and set them free outside. The cats assisted me in this endeavor. It’s always nice to have helpful pets.

I finally made it over to the computer and logged in…and my fingers are so swelled up and sore that typing is difficult.  The one thing I look forward to each and every day is rambling on in the blog and my aged hands are attacking me? This aging thing sucks!

8 thoughts on “One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small

  1. For what it’s worth, I struggle with the aging process too. You’re not alone. On the other hand, when we open our eyes every morning, we’re blessed to be here.

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    1. yes we are…and that is usually what gets me through each day. The sheer joy of still being here!

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    2. by the way..thank you for responding to this post. It made me find your blog which I am now happily following!

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  2. Suze, I’m stuck on your first line. “One makes your larger, one makes you small.” ???? Care to elaborate?

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    1. I was channeling Jefferson Airplane maybe?

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  3. You are such a hoot! Don’t forget, you can always voicetext if your fingers are too sore!

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  4. I hate when I sit for too long, then get up and everything hurts for a minute–I’m too young for this!

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    1. aren’t we ALL too young for this? lol

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