Its part of growing old perhaps, but it hurts all the same. Some aches that you thought had healed, and some totally new ones as well.
The smells of the hospital, the useless running around, the incompetent nurses, the extorsion racket in the medicines, the confusion and fear. And then after all that.. what? The stroke remains and there's still no magic wand for schizophrenia.
I'm tired today. Perhaps if it wasn't for my lifeline of friends, I would have been tired much earlier. My reserves are all used up doing the sort of things I"m no good at.
And of course the colosal calamity is that I don't have a brother or a husband. Yes, thanks society for reminding me of that once again.