Today during our routine, my Mom told me that she was, “Tired, and grouchy too-” I cut her off immediately and told her that I am not grouchy! She told me that I was ‘short.’ by that, she means that I am terse. If that’s the impression that I’m giving off…?
She was transferring me and I said, “Chronic illness is…” and then I started to cry. I don’t think I even finished that statement. I don’t even know if I knew what I was going to finish it with. Difficult maybe?
But, I can’t think about that too much because my Mom is getting the van tomorrow night for my vision test on Wednesday. I never thought that my life would be like this, but regretfully it is.