I woke up yesterday with a great attitude and a feeling I would get a lot done. Went for a walk, which is always a mood booster, especially just to greet people and get a smile and greeting in return.
Just as I pulled into my carport, my neighbor called. I didn’t answer. I went inside, made a cup of coffee, then called her back. From her first word, my heart sank. She was using her Eyeore voice, you know, the “woe is me” donkey from Winnie the Pooh? I kept the conversation short and didn’t ask how she was feeling.
She has some pain in her hands and one knee and keeps getting the run around from doctors, or so she tells me. We have an excellent
orthopedic urgent care near us and I’ve offered to take her many times. She refuses to go. There are many other things, but I don’t want to dwell on her issues here.
She is the reason I wrote that post about learning to put myself first without feeling guilty. I’ve had to do a lot of research on how to handle the situation and how to talk to her. I’m getting better each day at doing what I’ve learned. The problem I have is it’s harder to not feel guilty than I thought. It’s harder to erase 70 years of being a certain way than I thought. I pray for strength.