The part I hate worst about this…..is my body’s inability to
tolerate “real life”. It is not that I
go full tilt a whole lot, but every now and again, it is a good thing! It seems that my body is railing against even
the “every now and again”! And I hate
it! Granted…..a 3 night big art opening
is a bit excessive, but I was home every night before 11, limiting my drinks to
1 each evening, and perhaps one night of serious misbehaving. But is it fair that that adds up to diminished
kidney function and pneumonia? How am I
supposed to know what my limits are? I
felt great while I was misbehaving! And
here is the big question I have to ask myself (and answer) if I knew what the
limits were and I still wanted to do “it” bad enough, would I? It is one thing to take care of myself, but
when does that cross the boundary line and the illness takes over the joy and
fun of my life? That boundary line is sneaky…
The big question is….if I got to do it all over again.... differently..... would I? NOPE…..
"There are Places I Remember" The Beatles
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