I'm frustrated.
Declining health is no fun. As my body becomes able to do less so does my mind.
There are several neurological, endocrine, musculoskeletal, autoimmune, things happening, and as said, they are no fun.
But what hurts most in heart and soul is a decline in ability to create.
I am a creative person, about half the jobs during the working years involved being creative.
My hobbies all involve being creative.
During the last couple years that ability has taken quite a nosedive.
I do not like that.
At all.
As for health, on Monday one of the folks from Hometown Homecare drove me to the city for yet another neurology appointment.
And as has become the new normal, it went, "Yes, the things happening look like (insert name of various diseases or conditions) but the tests say it is not that, so we still don't know what the cause is. But, hey, let's send you to the lab for them to draw a few thousand gallons of blood, again."
And as usual they had to poke more than one vein before one would give them what they wanted.
Grumble.
Discontent.
A lot of my life has been: don't have health, don't have a job, do have cats, do have hobbies.
Ability to drive myself to the city was taken away in 2018.
And now it seems the remaining hobbies are being taken away.
Some have already been taken away over the last decade.
Having a home has been taken away a few times during my life and almost was last year.
Is having a home going to be taken away again?
Are the cats going to be taken away next?
Song on radio just ended with "Jesus is coming back. Jesus is coming back."
Okay, okay, I get that.
That's the future, the laundry and cooking and housekeeping need to be done in the right here and right now, what if anything, is Jesus coming to do about them?