Most days I have a sort of not-quite-acceptance about things that allows me to be functional in the present and not pissed off at the past or terrified of the future. Most days.
Then there are days like today when I end up with a kidney infection that doens't hurt (because I can't feel it) but does make me close to incontinent and miserable, and a visit with a doctor who insists on shoving the risks of pressure sores and loss of bone density down my throat.
Then I'm not functional
because I'm pissed off at everything and terrified that I'm going to live long enough to *have* a future.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my weekly whine.