Boring Life

What a boring life I live...

I rarely leave my house...
I rarely am able... due to pain and fear.

I often stay in my room...
Pain forces me to stay in bed most of the time.

Television is on...
What the show is... I have NO clue. I hear it... I watch it...but can't tell you what it is or what is going on.

Telephone and Cell rarely ring...
I don't answer the house phone because I rarely hear it.
Cell phone ringer is off when I don't feel good---which is most of the time.
I'm more likely to answer with a text if that is possible... talking on the phone really does make me very nervous...even when I have known the person for years.

Internet....
I have a couple of sites I look at but usually I'm on no longer than 5 to 10 minutes...

Books...
Still have 4 to read... haven't even looked at them lately.

Newspaper...
Get it off the mailbox in the morning... maybe glance through it before the end of the day... mostly though it's sitting in a pile near my dad's chair.

Eating...
Whatever is easy... I don't cook because everytime I do... I drop something, burn something--including myself, I break something... If it can be messed up in the kitchen... It's happened to me...way too frequently.

Some say life's what you make it... to a degree I say this is true... on the opposite side of the coin, sometimes life is what's handed to you whether you like it or not.

I can't change what happened to me. I can only deal with it the best I can...It's hard when I can't fix what is broken...no human nor medicines can. I'm broken in more ways than one. I'm not complaining... I accept the hand I have been dealt but it doesn't mean I approve of it.