If you’re a professional reader or writer of these web logs, give me a few more years to get this one up to speed.
I’m from the old school: I’m used to reading from top to bottom, from the front of the book to the back, from the top of the page to the bottom. Learning to do it all backwards takes some time.
After my first stroke, my primary healthcare provider suggested I do a Blog as a sort of catharsis. Besides stimulating my brain and creating new synapses, venting my anger and frustration would keep me from a reoccurrence.
I think it’s working. I’ve been sitting on the pot regularly/daily without the need for additional fibre.
Basically, my anger and frustration and depression and terminal menopause all stem from being elderly. In the good old days, being elderly was good; in some foreign cultures the elderly are reverred. In current America they are discarded. In modern USA, only the young prevail. Consequently, we all want to be part of the crowd. We take pills, get injections, work out, do whatever it takes to preserve youth.
Personally, I go along with the guy who created Your Final Journey. Click on it. Maybe you will agree.
My future postings will sound grumpy to the young reader. Sorry ’bout that; it’s just my catharsis.
Tags: stroke, terminal depression, the other side
