Count Your Blessings!
A group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments.
"My arms are so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee," said one.
"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad; I can't even see my coffee."
"I couldn't even mark an "X" at election time, my hands are so crippled," volunteered a third.
"What? Speak up! I can't hear you!
I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck”, said a fourth, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!" exclaimed another.
"I forget where I am, and where I'm going", moaned a wizened old woman.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, count your blessings," said a rosy-cheeked lady cheerfully, “Thank God we can all still drive."
I was looking through my computer files for something and came across this, which I had completely forgotten about, it is quite amusing, although has a ring of truth about it. I was moaning the other day that the doctor declared I still wasn't fit to drive even though I considered I was. She said that if I had to moved the steering wheel too vigorously to avoid something or someone, I could displace the fracture, which is still in the early stages of healing. Last night I had to help my husband with something and unwisely used my bad arm. It is feeling quite uncomfortable now, so I am taking heed of the doctor's advice not to overdo it.