Did You Ask About My Day?

 

The only quiet time I had was in the morning, the half hour when I drank my coffee.

Then, the day just took off, like a crazy carousel, dragging me along.

First, I had to call the social assistance company representative. They e-mailed me some papers and I didn't know how to fill them in. 

Then, I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my husband's medicine. On the way there I was so absorbed in my own thoughts I simply continued walking, well past the place where I had to go to the right in order to reach the pharmacy. At the pharmacy there were 13 people in front of me in the line. The pharmacy is small and really cramped. The noise was infernal. Everybody was speaking at once, pharmacists and patients, in a mix of Hebrew, Russian and French. I waited for 50 minutes and when I finally reached the counter, the pharmacist told me they don't have one of the medicines my husband had on his prescription. I saw red before my eyes. I asked what to do and she told me I have to go to another pharmacy, at the other end of the city. They had the medicine there. I kept my mouth shut in order not to say anything I would regret.  I took what they had and returned home.

Cooked lunch. Fed the cats. We also ate, then I helped my husband with some letters to doctors and various institutions. We tried to find the missing medicine on-line, in another town.

Because of his illness, my husband is very limited physically in what he can do. If he drops something on the floor, he has to wait until I come and get it for him. So, I am in constant motion...

My daughter came home but had to leave for her monthly laser hair removal thingy. I went with her. It wasn't very far and so I had the opportunity to spend some time with her. I try to do this whenever I can. I accompany her to the gym, for example. For the same reason. It is now the only time when she is mine, only mine. 

As I was in the vicinity, I went to the supermarket afterwards. We needed some cucumbers. I left with two huge shopping bags. I was on foot and, of course, the bags were very heavy. By the time I got home, I was shattered. My back hurt. My knee, too. I had a terrible stomach ache also. Was it something I'd eaten earlier? Too much stress, maybe? I drank some Cola zero.

I prepared dinner. Took out the garbage. Fed the stray cats. Hoovered a bit.

When I was younger I had this vision of older me: sitting in the sun, with a cold lemonade and a good book, watching the sea...  But NO, no rest for the wicked. I am sixty and my life is still...life. Full of problems, some bigger than the others... some good moments, too. But it is hard to think happy thoughts at the moment. Everything is too hard and complicated right now...