Sunday, November 8, 2015
I don't feel all that bad.
When declaring, 'I don't feel well.' It's not necessarily a cause for
alarm. It could mean. That I'm feeling less than perfect. Mentally.
Physically. I always want to feel very, very good. Almost perfect.
Therefore, when I go to a doctor. He must learn to put my complaints in
perspective. I'm feeling less than perfect. Most likely, not bad. For
instance, I've had a chronically stiff neck. For years. And I've learned
to live with it. Because it isn't lethal. Or life-threatening. But
still, I wish to be rid of it. As well as any other aches and pains. But
at age 80, I'm a realist. I have to put up with a body that's less
than perfect. Same goes for my mind. Sometimes , it's a bit troubled.
Maybe I could use some psychotherapy. One thing I always want from a
doctor: Encouragement. Hey, that I'm not all that bad off. Because I
have a good attitude. Toward life. And its pitfalls and imperfections.
--Jim Broede
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