It has been a long week.
I started out the day with a mild migraine, something that I can really live with, but just in case I took an Advil. That follows a night where I actually slept better than in a long time despite the fact that I had a mild stomach ache when I went to bed. Again, nothing of great import and nothing to stop me from the things I need to do. Yesterday, my blood pressure was feeling as if it were higher, and I thus did not test to see if that was true as that could hae caused it to spike more.
I tend to have things like this after major stress. I am hoping that this is positive and that things are moving on.
I walked the dog, stopping to take photos of changing leaves and trees that truly were outdoing themselves as they burst into color.
I thought, my God, what so many people wouldn’t give to have my ‘horrible’ start to a day. I didn’t skip a beat although I knew that my body was reacting to things. I just cannot get over, however, that so many people don’t know anything like my troubles. Their trouble is overwhelming and beyond the scope of my ability to understand how to even deal with it. Add into that that they neither have the financial means nor the experiences to know how to properly attack them. They might not even have the language skills to completely understand what they are told and might not be able to read what they have to do. They flounder and they end up in trouble. Coping becomes more difficult and they fall into alcohol, drugs, and abuse.
So as my white privileged self grabs that Advil and contemplates the day and what it might bring, my problems seem so insignificant.
We need to get out and vote.