Egregiousness GRRRR

You never really know what your next obstacle is going to be.  Life seems to be determined to throw different elements at each person.  Your choice – the only one you have – is to decide how you are going to react to the obstacle.  Some you accept, some you navigate around and some just piss you off.  

Some things you accept like taxes, age, snakes and politicians.   Although some people have snakes and politicians in the same category, along with lawyers and bank officers, I firmly believe that they belong in different categories, but am willing to recognize that in some cases, there may be sufficient overlap.  These are things you accept within limits because there are good points and bad points to each, with the proviso, there are always exceptions. I am trying to accept my age and the limitations as I age with some dignity.  

Some things we navigate such as waiting online especially when there is an online menu to choose from, the noises that emanate from the neighbors and their machinery, and the poor mail service. Those are  things you have to learn to navigate, as it is what it is.  I have learned to deal with the open wound on my leg. It has now been fifteen months since the cat wanted to play and I didn’t.  Granted the wound is getting smaller and is actually healing, but it is a long time.    

Some things just are so egregious in your mind, it is hard to let them go.  To me some examples are rude, self entitled people, pollen layering on everything, lymphedema and covering my tattoos. I waited until my mom died before I got the tattoos done.  Mostly because I didn’t want to hear about it.  

One leg is my memorial leg and I have dragonflies for those I have lost, a butterfly for those I almost lost, my book of life and a cat trying to play with them. I loved having those memories on my skin.  The second leg contains a series of butterflies and books rotating around up my leg.  The left arm has cosmos and the reminder to live simply.  I do not think of myself as a vain person, but I am proud of the tattoos and their meanings.  

And then the lymphedema came and the wound.  Both have destroyed parts of each leg (scarring on the right and darkening skin on the left.  Now the doctor tells me I have to wear compression socks everyday because of the lymphedema and swelling.  First the socks are UGLY! And secondly, they cover my tattoos.  To me this is egregious and has pissed me off.  It means I have to wear shoes all the time.  I have to be HOT and have HOT feet all the time., which add to my list of  other indignities.  I know there is a level of suck it up girlfriend in here.  I know there is a level where you have no control here so learn to live with it (snake and taxes level). I hate having my feet covered.  Even at night they are rarely under the covers.  This is the level of egregiousness I am going to have to live with… GRRRR