The Signs are Everywhere

My mother-in-law has a hole in her face and appears to be dying a rather slow, painful and drawn out death because she didn't treat her body well. An excessive drinker and smoker and pill popper. I can't remember a time she wasn't a frail, fragile, ailing woman.

A man who lives in the building next to me just spent 30 minutes screaming for help before I realized he needed help and called 911 for him. When I finally went to see what was going on, he was stuck on the floor and told me that he had hurt his sciatic nerve and needed me to call the paramedics.

In order to get into his apartment I had to go to the building manager and have him open it up. He asked me if I could save him the trip down the stairs since he has diabetes and is having a problem with his foot that was just wrapped.

Safely back in my apartment after the ambulance showed up, I heard the paramedics say, "We need to try and get you out of here, but you're a large man and we'll need your help since you won't fit on the backboard."

Today I went in for a simple tooth cleaning and ended up having an f'n tooth pulled. I can deal with this pain, but I don't want diabetes, back problems, holes in my face, endless appointments for chemo and radiation and more.

And I don't want to ignore the signs that are staring me right in the face.

Healthy?
I'm working on it.