Do you ever feel like the clock is ticking?

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Like you should be spending time doing other things?
 
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Yes, often.
Plus, growing older never really bothered me. Until I got into taking care of hubby's parents, Dr visits, seeing all the other elderly people, their health issues, and seeing just how unhealthy my inlaws generation is...I definitely started hearing that clock ticking. figured out quick there's not much to look forward to as I grow old.
 
Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end the faster it goes.
 
Yes, the clock is ticking, I have not nearly enough time to write all the stories that demand release from my pitiful consciousness. I'm doomed. We're all doomed. Oh bother.
 
Not really. I kind of have a complex about that. When I was little I was really sick and all the doctors thought I was gonna die when I was five. So pretty much everything I've done past that is extra shit. I could die in the next five minutes and still feel like I cheated fate. That's apparently a thing in a lot of terminally ill people that recover/have their disease go into remission. You can get therapy to fix it because it causes you to act rashly and recklessly, and I've done that, but it seems to have done more for behavior modification than cognitive schema formation.
 
Sure.

I'm still young, but time seems to just fly by some years. I want to enjoy life, explore, have adventures. No time like the present, but some days it seems like things are always put off for another time.
 
Candi...

;) ;)

This weekend would be a great time to jump out of an airplane. :D

I don't think it would kill me. I jump off mountains all the time and it's never killed me. I think I'm a highlander.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

You get the plane and let's test it out. If I live you owe me a soda.
 
I don't think it would kill me. I jump off mountains all the time and it's never killed me. I think I'm a highlander.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

You get the plane and let's test it out. If I live you owe me a soda.

If you live, I'm taking your head.

As you say...

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!




[Taking your head is not the same as accepting head. Just to be clear! :D ]
 
My husband had a melanoma at 39 and his first heart attack at 49. I'm a retired nurse so I took care of him for 14 years until his death 2 years ago. It is linked, though not enough evidence to prove, to exposure as a child to an above ground atomic bomb test in Nevada. I know what being a caregiver does to you. It changes your whole outlook on life.
Candi, your perspective is one of the "patient". My husband was the same way. After the first of 2 open heart surgeries, he suddenly grabbed me and said that he was thankful for the extra time just so he could get things done. Our relationship evolved from happy sexual people to making the most of time. He lined up friends and had them promise to take care of me. He made sure that all was in line. And he loved me.
When he had the stroke that killed him the following day, he had a dozen people in place to help me because he knew I would be ok but he also knew the toll that being a caregiver took on me.
I have gone through the "Crap, I guess it's now a wait for my end" to damn, I'm still horny and I'm not dead yet. And I don't intend to be for a long time. One night he took me in his arms and said "When I die I want you to go out and get laid....a lot" Now that's love....
Life changes and people die but we owe them honor by living our own lives to the end. I know what it's like to sit in a waiting room and think about how depressing it is. But that is all part of caregiving and it sucks. Your perception of how it sucks says that you care. I hope I have someone around me when I'm the one in the cardiologist's office.......
 
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