Is it wrong...

Is it wrong...

to get so angry at people who complain about having to drive their kids here and there -- Be grateful you can drive

to get so angry at those who take their health for granted everyday -- Be grateful you are healthy

to get so angry at those who say it could be worse -- This is my worse, be grateful you are healthy......

I find myself as of late being so angry.

I read others blogs and hear other people talk about how terrible they have it. How they are mad because they have to drive their kids to soccer, ballet, etc and what a pain it is. I'll drive your kids and my kids and everybodies. -- Oh wait, I am not able to drive on a whim.

How their house is such a mess and omg they have to vacuum, make beds...I'll do that for you. --Oh wait, I can barely hold the vacuum handle let alone push it. And as for making the beds, it will take me a good 30 mins as i have to rest at each corner, if i can even get up on my feet to get to each corner.

How they have no idea what to cook and what a pain it is. I'll do the cooking I will. -- Oh wait, I cannot hold a pan for fear of dropping boiling water on myself or burning my arm on the stove as in a WC it is hard to reach over.

How they have to sit out in the hot sun to watch their child play soccer. I'll watch your child play. --Oh wait, I cannot be in the sun or even the heat for very long as it sucks all the very life from me.

How they complain they have a cold and hate being in bed all day and feel so terrible. I'll have your cold for you as it will go away. -- Oh wait, no I cannot, as I have my own issue and mine will never go away.

How they complain how hard it is to get up in the morning. I'll get up early for you. -- Oh wait, I cannot as i never know if i will be able to even get up in the morning or will i be bed-ridden. And will i make it to the bathroom...

Do i sound like a bitter angry person? Yes i do because I am!!!

I was once a tall, thin, vibrant woman who had her own adventures. Now all i can do is read and look at the pictures of others adventures. My height was taken away from my WC, my weight will never be the same, and vibrant left me long ago.

The ones who get me are those who complain of their weight when we all see there is no problem with it. I feel like saying if they are 'fat' then i must be obese. Oh wait, i have! But, these are the people that laugh and think I am kidding.

This is not a pity party...this is a story for those who are not heard. Those who sit alone and watch from the outside while others take the beauties of life for granted.

I am blessed in that I have the best husband and family to get me through the rough times.

But, is it wrong to be angry. To wonder why this happened to me. And do not say. 'Why not you?'. As, again, I will say, 'Then why not you, ASS?'. With a smile of course.

Maybe this is being written to wake up those people who do not see the blessings that are right in front of them.

This story is not over. But, as my life would have it, my hands no longer are working well.

to be continued...

Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight. ~Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints, 1966