Daily Prompt; I Believe

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For today’s prompt, tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false.

I believe in people.

I believe in every soul there is goodness. We are blinded by the true soul because walls of various heights are built around hearts. Unkind words, broken loves, unfairness are just a few reasons we may not see clearly when we look at another person.

I believe in my instincts.

I believe that for most of us, our inner instincts tell us the truth. Instincts can make us aware of a cheating spouse or boyfriend. We can sometimes be alerted to danger coming near us. Money is a great time to use our instincts. The problem is when we ignore them. Later, we can usually look back and say, if  I would just have listened to my instincts.

I believe in God.

I believe in God because I have never found a human that has been as receiving as God is. God is forgiving. Friends and family may forgive in their own time, but God forgives immediately. I believe that when I can’t get myself out of a situation, God will lend his hand to me. I believe God will never give me more than I can handle and teaches me many times that I have more strength than I thought to survive this life.

Three things I do not believe in or believe to be false are;

I will not  come back as a butterfly. I think and believe that once I am deceased I will remain to live with Jesus.

I don’t believe I can win at everything I try. God gave me my own talent and he gave you yours. I can not be good at all, but I can be good at one thing.

I don’t believe in Fairly Tales. I was read this when I was young. I thought I would grow up to be a beautiful princess, get married and live happily ever after.

Life is real. We make it what we want. We have to work hard for what we receive unless it is a gift from the heavens.

I have to be strong enough to lean on myself and not think that everyone will help me out due from my own foolish mistakes.

I believe life is fair and we have every opportunity just as others do. But the happy ever after, no I don’t believe in that. Why? Maybe because at age 59, I have not experienced a happy ever after in any situation, but have enjoyed many precious moments.

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I Feel Too Lazy To Cook

I Feel Too Lazy To Cook

I Feel Too Lazy To Cook

I decided to sneak a few minutes in here and write to all my good friends. I just sent my girlfriend off to Taco Bell with my lunch order. I feel so darn lazy, but the truth is I am dead tired.

Yesterday was not a good day. From the start I had to clean up BM from head to toe on Al. This really didn’t leave me with a Hello, good morning world attitude.After that hour passed by, Al refused…

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I Feel Too Lazy To Cook

I decided to sneak a few minutes in here and write to all my good friends. I just sent my girlfriend off to Taco Bell with my lunch order. I feel so darn lazy, but the truth is I am dead tired.

Yesterday was not a good day. From the start I had to clean up BM from head to toe on Al. This really didn’t leave me with a Hello, good morning world attitude. After that hour passed by, Al refused breakfast. He was restless most of the day with some confusion and agitation.

The Hospice nurses decided to ask the doctor for a different type of medication that he already uses. It comes in ER form, which is extended release. It releases a small amount of medication constantly  for 12 hours.

I ended up giving him one pill three different times. As the day wore by Al stayed more awake. He constantly asked me what time it was. Or he was asking if it was PM or AM. I believe that since the medication releases small amounts at a time it just wasn’t giving the power that the regular medicine did. I called Hospice this morning and asked if I could go back to the prior medicine and she said yes.  He was not a good sleeper through the night either, so you can imagine that I look like the Wicked Witch of the West today.

At seven-thirty this morning I finally fell asleep but then was woken up by my friend telling me, ” Al is calling out, sis.” I jumped up and went in to see what he wanted.

He wanted to get up. I explained to him he couldn’t because he can’t sit up. He continued to complain and moan until 11am when the volunteer came to help me bathe him.

When she arrived I cut Al’s hair and trimmed his mustache. We bathed him and when all was done, he was fast asleep.   Within a half an hour he was awake and still is. He is not moaning at least. He has not eaten for two days now except two bites of something he asked for yesterday. I think it was his ice-cream.

He didn’t have that big brown surprise for me today and I thanked God immediately for this wonderful gift of not seeing it. Now I am just waiting for my friend to bring back lunch. She even added that we could order pizza for supper.

She is just an angel with big wings to me. I will miss her kindness when she leaves tomorrow, but like me, she is expecting another grandchild and needs to be there for the birth.

I dread tomorrow in a way and yet am thankful for it. The phone doesn’t ring here on the weekends. No Hospice comes unless I call. No caregiver, no nothing.

But on Mondays it all starts again, noise and commotion and busy, busy, busy. I don’t complain though. They are all here to help Al, and give me a break. I think I am going to sneak out of here a bit tomorrow, because I need a break from inside this house.