I was wondering what my 23rd year would feel like. Sean said that it is my “Jordan year.” I was never a huge basketball fan but I would choose Detroit and I would be about the Bad Boys. But I can’t joke about this or say something cute.
I think after 23 years, I have entered my acceptance phase. About six months ago, I got the Medicare reenrollment catalog. My Mom read it to me, the part where it says that I am home bound. I knew that I was home bound, but to have my Mom read it, now she knows that I am homebound as well!
Do not get me wrong, it is not easy at all and I don’t like it one bit but I can do this. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think the fact that my life did not change when we went into lockdown for Covid lets me know that’s what it is now.
As for my trifecta of my vision, my speech, and my nutrition, I’m handling that as well! My vision is fading, but I pray that it’s gradual, I will get Speech Pathology services next year because I used 22 in 2023. I don’t mind eating the same thing every day for the rest of my life! Eating is no longer easy or enjoyable, but what I do eat, I get my nutrition!
I never thought that my life would be like this, but I am accepting it. This is my acceptance phase in my quietness of today.