A Good Morning

Each morning that I awake is a good morning more or less...  more because I am still alive and less because of the life I must live because of my heart issues and my cancers.  It is true that my Thyroid Meds do make me feel better but that still does not alleviate that out-of-breath conditions that I experience every time I exhibit a little bit of physical work whether it be strenuous or simply bending over.

Every night when I go to my bed chamber to sleep and forget the day, I must put down a second sheet on top of the first incase I experience any night sweats and if that is not good enough, the slightest little cut will bleed for several minutes and more especially at night which is why I oftentimes wake up during the middle of the night and feel wet spots on my pillow or on the sheet covering me.

During the night anyway...  I wake up several times and have to urinate...  and, much of that is because of all the water I must drink during the day to keep myself hydrated because of my recent hospitalization due to a staph infection in my blood.

It is not that easy getting old as both my parents had shared with me before they died and now I am experiencing what they shared first hand and now know exactly how they felt or how they must have felt from my perspective.