I was reminded recently of a quote by Eric Hoffer
Well what I want to know is, what happened to that world, and why can't I continue to live in it if I so desire? I don't particularly like the changes that are occurring.
Besides the fact the US is "going to hell in a hand basket" (which I won't get into here), work isn't nearly as enjoyable as it once was. Not that work was ever enjoyable, but since being purchased by PCC in October, things have changed in a way I'm not happy about. I can't put a finger on anything in particular, but the feeling is there, much like how the dynamics of the bike club I belong to have changed as well over the past few years.
But worst of all, Edie's myeloma has reared its ugly head again, and I'm beginning to wonder, what's the point of anything any more?
I guess I should count myself lucky in some regards. I am in decent health, considering the health I'm in, still able to compete on the bike at a high level, and Edie's being a real trooper, going about business mostly as normal, with very little complaining, if any. She's certainly handling it a lot better than I would [than I am], and definitely better than a co-worker's wife, who was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, a while ago, and now just lies around the house, taking her pills, and feeling sorry for herself.
Still it doesn't change the feeling I have some most every morning to just bury my head in the pillow, yearning for the good old days, and say to hell with it all. Yet for some reason, I don't. Every morning I manage to drag myself out of bed, put on a happy face, and go about my [mundane] life as if nothing is wrong, knowing full well that just isn't the case.
The only thing I know for sure is, it's getting more difficult with every passing day.
Oh well, time to get ready for todays bike ride.
In times of change learners inherit the earth; while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.
Well what I want to know is, what happened to that world, and why can't I continue to live in it if I so desire? I don't particularly like the changes that are occurring.
Besides the fact the US is "going to hell in a hand basket" (which I won't get into here), work isn't nearly as enjoyable as it once was. Not that work was ever enjoyable, but since being purchased by PCC in October, things have changed in a way I'm not happy about. I can't put a finger on anything in particular, but the feeling is there, much like how the dynamics of the bike club I belong to have changed as well over the past few years.
But worst of all, Edie's myeloma has reared its ugly head again, and I'm beginning to wonder, what's the point of anything any more?
I guess I should count myself lucky in some regards. I am in decent health, considering the health I'm in, still able to compete on the bike at a high level, and Edie's being a real trooper, going about business mostly as normal, with very little complaining, if any. She's certainly handling it a lot better than I would [than I am], and definitely better than a co-worker's wife, who was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, a while ago, and now just lies around the house, taking her pills, and feeling sorry for herself.
Still it doesn't change the feeling I have some most every morning to just bury my head in the pillow, yearning for the good old days, and say to hell with it all. Yet for some reason, I don't. Every morning I manage to drag myself out of bed, put on a happy face, and go about my [mundane] life as if nothing is wrong, knowing full well that just isn't the case.
The only thing I know for sure is, it's getting more difficult with every passing day.
Oh well, time to get ready for todays bike ride.
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Should know something more tonight.
In your case consider the alternative to feeling good and riding at a competitive level, then life is really good! I would put the pillow on your bike seat and save your ass.....
IMHO you could use a mental health evaluation for depression. There are meds that can help you through these tough times if you are willing to try them. Works for me.
Patti, fellow MCL patient
But seriously, I want to see that happy face tomorrow at work. :-)
And Becky you'll see me at work this morning, but whether it will be a happy one remains to be seen. And yes we did have a good run.