2 December 2018
One thing I truly hate is someone not telling me that they are not supposed to help me in some way. It can happen at times. Certain agencies put limits on what the people that work for them are allowed and not allowed to do. I don’t always agree with the idea, but I understand it. That said when the persons won’t tell you what they can’t do, and then go running to their supervisor because I ask them to do something there not supposed to do, I’m not ok with that.
Tell me what you can do and can’t do. What you are and are not supposed to do. I am a big boy. I can take it.
I am not going to lie, I like to control certain things as much as I can. But 5.5 years ago I had a stroke. Maybe you heard? I was unable to do anything by myself for a long time. I would crap my pants and they would have to change my diaper. Not my idea of a good time. Point, I was totally dependent and at the mercy of others. I hated some of the things that happened to me. I only left that phase of my life with a low opinion of two nurses from that time. Most of the nurses, and other people were very nice and tried to show that, after I had to experience something unpleasant. Then they did something very nice. Point again. I hated when I had no control over my situations, which was most of the time.
I knew the right answer when people where talking, I could not talk in a way anyone could understand.
I knew how something was supposed to be assembled. I had no control over my body, and still don’t in the way I would like.
I have to be the idea man. I’m ok with that. I can have lots of ideas. Good. Crazy. Good and crazy. Brilliant. I am smarter than the average bear or human.
My children found a show about UFOs. They really like it. I had to tell them a UFO doesn’t mean it’s extraterrestrial, it’s just unidentifiable. Still the extraterrestrial idea is really fun at times.
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