Yesterday I had an appointment with my eye doctor located in Short Pump. I drive there frequently, that is where I got my MRI. It’s been 2 years since I’ve been to the eye doctor and I want to get new glasses. I was nervous about going: would I find the right entrance; I had wanted to use the walker but the wheelchair was in the back seat because I’m volunteering three times this week; how am I going to get the walker in with the wheel chair? It always crosses my mind of driving there safely. Note: My husband left Sunday for two weeks in Savannah, GA.
I thought it out and decided I can take the wheelchair out and leave it in the driveway, then put the walker in, problem solved. Luckily it wasn’t raining. I did take the wrong turn but was able to get there another way and didn’t have to turn around. Problem solved. Obviously I got home safely, so all my worries were needless, (as usual). I have to mention that it was also 95 degrees.
I walked in the door feeling very grateful that I was able to accomplish what I needed to do and also thanked God, yet again for central air conditioning. I have anxiety when I’m alone and I have to fight the urge to let it take over. I am grateful that I still have whatever it takes to get my ass in gear.
Through all my complaining I can’t lose sight of how lucky and thankful I am that I have a nice home and no worries about bills. I have clean water to drink and bathe in. When I let the shower run to long to get hot, I think of how many people could shower in that time. That is huge. I read so much about the Syrian refugees and the poor throughout the world who have nothing and my heart breaks for them. I try to imagine living in a slum in India and having to go to the bathroom and fear getting raped. I read about how women are treated in Afghanistan and throughout the world, how they’re held down, have to fight and risk death to get an education and I am so grateful that in this life I don’t have to endure these tragedies of being born into such high risk scenarios.