Originally Posted by
Docthehun
Pretty funny. By all rights I should be pushing up flowers. My heart (with medications) only pumps about a quarter of the flow I need. It's not uncommon for me to rack up a 88/47. I don't get pissed about anything any more. My son, courtesy of a POA takes care of me and all my affairs. I lost my house (sold) during the ordeal and now living in a condo for seniors. Two old farts and six gals. Guess who rules in the housing association! So in a sense, I got it made and I know how fortunate I am to be that position. I've decided God has more for me to do, I'm just not sure what it might be. I found out in the nursing home how very little I needed to survive. I didn't have a pair of shoes or spare change. My son called in Hospice but the staff wondered why the hell I was there. I'd write a book, but I've taken up painting pictures just to have something to do.
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