When I feel sorry for myself, I remind myself that there are zillions of people who are worse off than I am. That doesn’t usually help because, of course, there are also at least a half a zillion people who are better off than I am. So I allow myself to be in a bad mood and hope that I don’t cause those around me to flee.
In the last ten days, four things have gone wrong.
- Peter hurt his back gardening. He was in a lot of pain and, as a result, grumpy.
- A new sofa that we special-ordered was delivered and turned out to be the wrong size.
- The TV feature with my new sister and me got cancelled. (See the 70-something entry from May 27th http://bit.ly/JFLrgi ).
- My internist recommended that I start taking a generic Fosamax to keeping my aging bones strong. That’s a complicated problem for people like me with celiac disease.
Peter’s back is getting better. The furniture store agreed to order a new sofa for us. I’ve gotten over my disappointment about the cancelled TV appearance. So I am in a better place on three of the four things that went wrong.
I’m still working on the aging bones/Fosamax/celiac decision. And I am still complaining.