A day in my life makes me wonder what I am doing on a forum. Every day is the same. I am not house bound but there is little I can do outside the house. I do still drive a little in town but nobody wants to ride with me. My wife will ride to the grocers with me once every two weeks or so but I think
She feels she is risking life and/or limb when she does. I understand and try to drove in a way she does not feel threatened.
When we ge to the grocers, I am out of breath from the walk from the car to inside where the electric carts are parked. After a couple of moments I am breathing better and can unplug the cart and stuff the cord into its storage hole.mshe gets a cart and I follow. We aways have
a list. I get some of the groceries and she gets part of them. I try to get th needed items furtherest
away so she dorsn't have to walk so far. We get help taking the groceries to the car. The hardest part of grocery shopping is getting them from the trunk of the car to the kitchen. We have a cart my wife uses sometime when we have lots of groceries. But unloading them exhausts us. I am always out of breath and my blood oxygen drops to the low seventies.. It is about the hardest thing I do. My wife then puts the groceries away after a rest. We are both stressed.
The remaining part of the day, she watches TV. I spend time on the computer or reading. Sometime I watch birds in the back yard for a while but that is usually in the early morning after daylight. She cooks, I do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. She does the sweeping and mopping. We have hardwood floors.. We have street trash pickup and she carries out the trash most often because my doctors have told me not to do so. We help each other but my wife gives a lot more help than she gets.
Where am I going with this? There's little doubt I'm getting too old to be out in this big wide world with out adult supervision. I might say anything. I might embarrass myself. My drivers license expires next month, I think. What if they don't renew my license? That's why I bought the bicycle. Should have known I couldn't ride it. I was hoping I could. But that was irrational. My thinking at the time was,' I can always donate the bike to GoodwillI or the Salvation Army.' I should have bought a three wheel bike or tryke. My question is or was, did I have enough breath and energy to peddle the thing. I could sit on it but could but could I make it go. I think some in the family probably questioned my sanity. I do wish this section of this forum had a delete button. Any good "Diary" has a lock button so it can be hidden from public view. ince I can't hide it or delete it, what can I say about my irrational public broadcast, about spilling the beans all over the floor with no rug to sweep them under, or no broom to sweep them up?
To be continued.