walking in "our " shoes
for one day i wish "others" ( defined as former friends, family ect.) had to do what we do everyday..not only as the caregiver but the person who had a stroke.. if they knew how mean it is to see you there and walk the other way because it is to hard for "them" to say hello. if they knew how hard it was to go into the opposit sex'es bathroom to assit your loved one.. if they knew what it was like to constanly walk and only be seeing the world as hurdels like the lip is to high for the wheel chair, the cement is cracked manuever to the right, or great the handicap door here is still broken. or the door is not wide enough, or thanks jerk for parking so close to me - in the handicap zone... or thanks world for always gawking at me everywhere i go. I know you pity me but, can you be any less obvious please...or yes i talk loud or say the "wrong" thing often ...If i look tired it is because i am tired frome the constant work and thinking "did i remember that" .... there are so many variables it is scarey.... but of course if i got one day to have what i wanted i wouldnt waste it on you....
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