20s

In my early 20s I went from overly confident woman to one whom feared walking.  My 30th birthday brought a power wheelchair.  My 31st brought a raised toilet seat.  I found retirement due to my health.

I forget my 32nd birthday.  I want to say it was because I was drunk at the club and dancing; but it's a lie.  I was home, like today, enjoying the gentle hum of a computer gazing into a screen.


 As I approach my current age, I hate writing about it.  At age 32, I forget this day.  I'm sure I must have not wanted to do anything.  #33 was spent in bed.  I had a minor surgery a week before.  I couldn't sit safely  in my power wheelchair.  I needed a new chair.  My 33rd birthday marked this sicker, more forgetful Adrienne.  My last drink of wine was then.

I'm so sad most of the time.  I'm just silly with others so it's  not to sad dealing with me.