Am I Happy?
Am I happy?
People have said to me:
You always look on the bright side!
I don't know if I'd be as positive!
You're always so happy!
Am I happy?
Am I happy that I can't walk without a stick, crutches or a rollator?
At least I can still walk a little.
Am I happy that I can't walk far.
At least my Blue Badge helps.
Am I happy that I keep falling over?
At least I have had lots of practice.
Am I happy that I am now deemed not fit to work?
At least I don't have to get up for work.
Am I happy that I have a catheter and piss in a bag?
At least I don't piss myself anymore.
Am I happy that I have lost my dignity?
At least I am comfortable to talk about these things openly. (Even if you're not).
Am I happy that I forget words in the middle of a ...?
At least there are a plethora of words to forget. And it'll come back to me at some random point.
Am I happy that I forget a task as soon as I'm told?
At least I can blame it on being a man.
Am I happy that I can't box with my boy any more?
At least I have an excuse for him beating me, now he's 6ft 3.
Am I happy that I can't play rugby any more?
At least it isn't the game that makes me ache and hurt now.
Am I happy that I often wake at 3 or 4 in the morning and can't get back to sleep?
At least it gives me more time to read.
Am I happy that some days I just can't get out of bed?
At least I don't have to get up 3 or 4 times in the middle of the night to go to the toilet any more. Remember the bag.
There's always a positive.
...STANZA.
I knew the word would come back to me. I suppose I could have used SENTENCE or VERSE. Or at a stretch a STAVE, a STROPHE or a CANTO. See, a plethora of words.
Am I happy?
I'd say so.
Why...should I not be?
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