Hi guys, I`m gonna have some self pity today.
Yesterday was ruined for me. It was 1 of my 2 days a week out. Carer got me ready in my best togs, matching jewellery and a bit of tutty (make up), all ready to meet sis in town for a slimming club meet and a wander round the shops.
About an hour before it was time to go, I needed a wee…or so I thought…no, it was an unplanned bowel movement and boy, did it go for it…big time!
Well I was on the throne for an age, couldn`t get properly cleaned up, togs had to be washed…I had to have a 2nd shower…then got hoisted up to find more of the lovely stuff (yeuk). I was literally all wiped out!
So how did my special day go? It didn`t! I went to bed with commode, pads, wipes and bed squares at the ready.
I didn`t cry…I fumed and swore and then some more!
The title of my post is coming true too often lately.
I feel as if I am on the outside watching other folk enjoying life and doing just what they want to do.
Not me. I usually keep bright eyed and bushy tailed, but not just now. Moan completed. But still feeling mentally bruised. Humph!