The house is quiet again, clean, and perfect. No more chatter. I like chatter, chatter is good, it uplifts the mood, especially grown-up chatter coming from an eight year old. She'll go far. But I'm not well today, I don't know what it is, but I keep getting dizzy spells and small print looks blurred. I have to look twice slowly at text messages. The feeling's not so nice, it's making me nauseous at times too. I hope it's nothing, but in my heart I know it's something. And I'm far from being a hypochondriac. I'm getting old, I used to think being a grown-up was cool, now I'm not so sure. Aging brings with it more things than wrinkles, all the things you've done in your youth.... they come back with a vengeance. Because when you're young you think that consequences are far away, well maybe it's payback time now. Because when you've pushed your strength in many ways, it's bound to backfire. No matter how valid the reason. That is nature, it spares nobody, it doesn't differentiate between royalty or pauper.
Anyway, this is sounding all too sad. But really, I'll survive. I've survived through much worse things, and it'll be ok. Everyone is not well at some point. I just have to acknowledge that, that's all. I can type but it's still an effort to read, dizzy again. I'm logging off for now.
A` bientot.
Anyway, this is sounding all too sad. But really, I'll survive. I've survived through much worse things, and it'll be ok. Everyone is not well at some point. I just have to acknowledge that, that's all. I can type but it's still an effort to read, dizzy again. I'm logging off for now.
A` bientot.
