Fragile People

I guess a year late is a good a start as any.

People break rather easily. It never ceases to amaze me how the biological vessels we inhabit as humans can take an incredible amount of abuse from those of us who choose to play and work hard. But yet those of us who take good care of our vessels always seem to be the ones who end up with some exotic disease that no M.D. can figure out.

I have spent the last year watching Miss Mari go from a fit ,vital being to a fragile , exhausted shell of her previous self.

I can tell she still has some steam left in her but the frayed edges are starting to show.

The doctors are still testing with no clear diagnosis in sight. I do what I can to lessen her load and she in no way is ready to quit,but my fear is waking to a cold still body some morning.

I have always been a caregiver, going back to my E.M.T. days, and I suppose I have just enough medical knowledge to be dangerous. Sometimes the interaction with the doctors can get contentious as egos collide but I have to remember what is best and that my drive must be for the betterment of the Patient.

Combine all this with the HUGE Bucket list we both have and I can feel time slipping away.

Sometimes with the demands of The Company and the desire to be free from the responsibility and just go work for someone else, I feel as though my freakin head is going to explode.

I have always known what is good for me , however I don't always chose the correct path. Hence this blog.

I need the outlet just to vent and will try to be upbeat and positive in future posts.



Tonite when you get home , hug your kids/wife/grandma/grandpa/ect, tell them that you love them very much. Enjoy and take joy in your evening together.



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