Hello wonderful people,
I’m imperfect. Today I struggle to survive. I’m lost.
I would almost suggest not reading this.
I’m often amazed at how much hardship and suffering is endured here.
I obviously never thought much nor tried to think about people having a hard time.
I would imagine life and happiness are too valuable to even want to make a fuss lest we drag others down. Well, like it or not, now I’m firmly in the camp that struggles.
On my affected side, there’s nothing that has escaped untouched by my stroke 9 months ago. My eye socket is tight and uncomfortable. My glute locks up regularly every other day. Bowel movement is weak. Water works unsettled. Immune sytem compromised. Paraesthesia from my foot to my knee. I can’t walk much, only a limited amount, with a stick. I can hardly feel anything on my stroke side. My proprioception is negligible. I wonder how many things I leave out ?. douzens probably. Even my hearing changed, but I managed to have mey ears cleaned out at Imperial hearing…( I can hear up to 14k which I’m happy enough with ) so I’ll be listening to some music on my hifi today… that beats watching TV.
But come to think of it life is hard. Even my wife just went into the garden to cry and pray ; she can feel my low vibes, today. Somewhere, quickly, I need to pluck up a bit of courage or inspiration. Days have become dull and monotonous ; how do I break this mood ? The struggle to find hope and the possibility of getting my life back dwindles. I even doubt my magic wand ( Iteracare wand ). What can I do ? I, who always comes up with an answer or at least a plan ? Help !! I may have exhausted all my ideas… my energy needs a boost from somewhere… where o where do I turn to ? Is God mad at me, and why in Corinthians are we told that no test will push us over our limits ?
Well today I struggle. A locked glute two days in a row ( for the first time ever ) is not a good sign, and scares me. I shall have to come up with something to preserve my sanity. I said 9 months ago that I didn’t wish to drag my wife down… she refused to leave me, luckily… so I said I would live for her. That’s what I told myself during my stroke. I felt it could go either way when my BP was 268 / 198. I chose the more complicated option ; survive. Now I have to survive. Somehow.
I’m not the only one with a hard life ; I read a lot of battles that go on all the time.
To all those that have a hard time may you find peace and happiness.
May God be with you all, Amen.