Patience is a funny thing…

Patience is a funny thing. And not just the card game…

Never ending for some things, yet remarkably short for others. I am known for my patience and will often hang on long after most people have given up. But I am beginning to discover what happens when it runs out.

My recovery at the moment couldn’t be any slower if it tried, and I have tried to be patient, but it looks like my patience is getting a bit threadbare.

And, if it’s not as if I can send someone down the road to get some more, is it?

It’s probably the boredom that is using it all up. I didn’t think I would get bored, mainly because I am living in my office and there are jobs to do everywhere in here.

I have this other problem, though. I haven’t mentioned it before, because I hoped it would disappear. Something weird has happened to my memory. Yawning great holes have appeared, and I can’t remember how to do practically everything. All those things I have been doing every day for the last 15 years are beyond my reach now. (a side effect from the medication, apparently)

I keep trying to prod my memory, hoping for a miracle, but I must relearn anything I want to do.

So, add all that together and I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that my patience has been shot down in flames…