I Always Do It

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This conversation is about more than one thing. About pushing the limits to the max. Seeing how far to go before it breaks. "It" would be me. Sometimes "it" would be someone else or a thing. While at the doctor the male nurse, Tim, told me "this will be the last time I take your blood," and then I asked was he quitting he told me he got another job, at a nursing home. Well, congrats to him! Why? He pushed the limits many times with my poor veins! Its Saturday and I have this amazing colored bruise on my hand. Yes, he could only get blood from me from my hand, a vein that he could see, but that did no good he would twist the needle under my skin, pushing the limits of my pain threshold till he got the vein. Goodbye Tim, I will not miss you. I am 52 years old, I am proud and lucky I have made it to this age. I used to see older women working when I was young, thinking I wanna be her when I get old, lol, my little mind thinking 52 is old. So this is why I still work like I am 35 but the Spring garden makes me feel my age each year. The past week I have pushed "it" to the edge, the breaking point, before stopping and giving up. This morning my back still hurts even after a nice hard sleep. Biofreeze time. Today I will rest the back and just work with the plants in the pots, do paperwork and if not disturbed write several blogs for next week in one sitting. Maybe go shopping, maybe. I am even thinking about going out to dinner, nothing fancy just a bucket of KFC chicken or fish at Captain D`s. Now If I cannot push my body any more, I still have a mind that is sharp. Speaking of minds, last night I was thinking about the pattern of life of a few women that lost their battle with Alzheimer`s, it was interesting to connect a few behaviors, as in how they lived, to the other. One living an hour away from the others. The one connecting thing I seen was they all were stay at home mothers and wives and they watched A LOT of t.v. Okay I am rambling now, I am off to read your discussions!