While all of you are busy counting down to the end of 2015, I am counting down the twenty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining.
I started the 28th day of this month in an oral surgeon’s chair. Why do they ask you questions while your mouth is packed with gauze and their hands occupy whatever remaining space could be used for articulation? Ah well. Broken abscess tooth gone, check. Off to get the X-ray of the foot-which-might-have-a-shard-of-glass. Then to CVS to get the antibiotic, then home to consume whatever leftovers can be described as Soft and Cold (no straws).
Soft and Warm gets added tomorrow.
At 4:45 the doctor’s office informs me that the intense crippling pain at the site of the cut on the bottom of my foot shows no presence of foreign object. Schedule appointment for visual inspection, check. Drag butt out of bed for Round Four of Post-Christmas-Dinner-Party dish-washing with the prodigal son, check. Feed leftover rice to the dog, put away clean silverware, ice the side of my chubby face for twenty minutes, then back upstairs for more rest. Check, check, check and check.
Just three more days in the second of year of my effort to learn to live complaint-free. Morning snow followed midnight ice. I used a walking stick to get down the driveway at 7:00 a.m. and my son squired me through the rest of my day. I’m not complaining. Life continues.