Entourage

There are so many things we take SO for granted in our lives.

One of them is that at a certain age and station in life that you will be able to take care of your bathroom ablutions without a crowd.

Right now, that isn't possible.

Woo hoo.

To be fair about it, I feel badly for those who are compelled to attendance when Mother Nature calls on me for a quick trip to the bathroom. Quick is also not part of the deal so I feel like the world is compelled to come to a screeching halt to meet my needs at that moment. Not cool.

That isn't exactly something I want to be remembered by.

It is quite humbling to realize that everything that was once no big deal alone now requires so much help and patience by other people in order to be able to take care of personal daily needs.

Then, there is the reality of using a walker. I am thankful for walkers. I'll state that for the record. I am thankful for their steadying influence as I try to help my bruised and broken body get used to being upright and able to move.

What I'm not a fan of is that I can't do what I used to do. It is humbling to realize that everything I was easily doing a few short weeks ago requires advanced logistical planning now. That is kind of tough.

I am, however, a huge fan of gratitude. I am STILL here. I am, even though painfully at times, able to  move, able to at least contribute to some of my care, able to breathe, to love my family and to still just be...

While I am no fan of groupies in the john, I am coming to grips with the fact that people are so kind and so loving and so careful toward me that they are willing to be there even in my extremity.

For that I am truly grateful.