Yesterday, before I got out of bed, my Mom looked at my toe. It’s slowly healing, and she told me that she guesses since I’ve had MS for 25 years… and I interrupted her and said, “The chickens are coming home to roost.”
She countered with telling me that my brother said that to her (about something else) and she didn’t know what it ment.
I just said quite flatly because I am realizing how true it is now, and I said “It’s time to pay the piper.” And I thought of this song…:
I pillaged today.