Isolation
I'm over 70 and have spent my life taking care of people, raising children, helping friends, taking care of my parents, and generally believing in the golden rule. Do you unto others as you would have been doing to you. If a friend was ill, I was there when they called. I would take food, I would take them to the doctor, I would sit and read to them while they were sick. I loved everybody, and I was always there for them without trying to be smothering or overwhelming. I worked hard on not being one of those overbearing people, I just came and went as I was needed and never asked for even a thank you, not necessary. I did it because it was the right thing to do and it made me feel part of a bigger story. And I thought that would last.
Parents have passed, kids and grandkids are grown. Friends and family have disappeared out of my life for the most part but I try to stay in touch. My son and daughter are the only ones who are here for me now, but they have families of their own to deal with so they do what they can and I love them.
However, for the past 7 months I've been stuck at home with a severe back injury while waiting for surgery. In bed or on the couch most of the time, doing jigsaw puzzles, watching TV, listening to audiobooks. But the kicker? Not one of these people that I have helped over my life, with the exception of my daughter and son, not one of these people have called, or stopped by, or dropped off so much as a donut to see how I was doing. Did I waste my life doing for others when I should have just ignored them and done for myself? It's hard to fathom. My next procedure is tomorrow, and I hope it works. I'd like to be able to walk more than 15 steps at a time.
So enough whining. Tell me a story or a joke and make me laugh! Be there for me when no one else is. I love you all.