I Can't Complain

Actually, I can complain, I frequently do. I try not to do it so much that people can't stand my company. But the last couple days have given me Things To Think About.

I received a call the other day asking could I please provide transportation to an older woman who needed to get to her Physical Therapy, and then the store, and then home again. She no longer drives. She no longer has a husband to drive for her. She has very little sight left, and needed someone to read the prices for her on the store shelves. It took a chunk out of my day, but I did it. Some day I might be in that position myself.

This morning, I received an impromptu visit from a friend, and we started comparing notes on our health problems. She's younger than me, but her health problems, in some ways, are worse than mine. I wish I could learn now what she had to learn long ago – to get my body into shape and then exercise to keep it there. Exercising helps keep the aches and pains away. It's not that I haven't tried to exercise, but I guess I'm too easily frustrated by lack of progress.

There are days when I don't want to climb out of bed any more. I ache, I have pains, blah, blah, blah. I'm going to be telling myself to knock it off. I'm not young anymore, and I've mis-used my body for a long time. But I'm still in better shape than many other people. I still have some years left in me. If I work at it and I have a modicum of luck, they can be good years. If I'm going to complain about how awful things are, then why would I WANT to have several more years?

It's not that I CAN'T complain. It's that I choose not to.