Does ‘Going Home’ Mean Comfort To You?

What? Why am I writing about comfort so much lately?

I am not comfortable. I have been dealing with pain, easily

getting out of breath when I do very little,

and some depression. I know I am getting old, ain’t I still in the middle?

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Slowly more side effects from medication since I broke my arm.

Damn, that wasn’t a good thing for me at all. I was put on alarm.

I am on meds for AFIB, which I will need for the rest of my life.

That is what they say anyway. So much pain and strife.

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So no, no comfort here today,

maybe tomorrow or Saturday.

Monday will bring doctor visits, and maybe Tuesday.

She said to call in the morning if there is an opening,

then they will fit you in. It is better than the ER,

or urgent care, or are

we needing to be seen for comfort care?

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Aging is not for the weak!

You are not telling me anything just listen to me speak.

I go on and on and I can freak

myself out as I go on and on without an end in sight.

There has to be a light

at the end of this tunnel, right?

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Sometimes dementia may look like the answer.

Going home is another answer, maybe cancer.

I prefer the term going home to dying.

A few will be crying.

Doesn’t going home sound better?

Just write me a letter!

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Okay, all that has passed,

I’m all full of sass,

Spit and vinegar,

Yes sir,

the hubby says!

All better he acknowledges!

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Well, not all better quite yet.

It shouldn’t be long now though, I’ll bet!

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