You could be forgiven for expecting it will be 'chronically painful' for
you to read and consider what follows. But my hope is that it isn't too
unbearable to read about the different aspects of chronic pain affecting
millions of us.

Murphy's Law...a summary

A summary of Murphy's Law is this: if a thing can go wrong-it will. Pessimistic perhaps but I suspect Murphy was a man familiar with disappointment. A few days ago I had some insight into Mr Murphy's view on how things don't go as hoped.

1st - I use a computer program designed for vision impaired folk. Until a few days ago it worked well. This time when I turned on the computer I discovered it had locked me out. Our IT friend couldn't help for a while. Then after a few days we called the Australian software agents who guided us to a solution. Simple...when you know what you are doing. A threat if you don't.

2nd - I was half way through mowing our lawn. I stopped the mower for some reason. When I tried to restart the engine, the pull cord snapped leaving me with the handle and a small length of cord. The rest of the cord flew back inside the motor housing. Of course surgery was required by the mower centre to repair it. Another good plan on hold for 3 days. Frustrating?? 

3rd -  Later the same day as the mower saga, I tried to engage the lock on our security door. And it broke. Was I surprised? Not at all. I was a lot of things but not surprised. To add to my increasing BP, the repairer will come tomorrow morning to replace the lock on another security door because that lock is faulty too. Well, it would be wouldn't it! 

All of these incidents happened the same day. Each was not all that earth-shattering but happening so close together gave me a rude shock. I wasn't ready for an overwhelming sense of disappointment and vulnerability that covered my mind and spirit with a heavy darkness. A terrible place to be. My reaction to these frustrations aggravated my health issues. Neither helpful nor wise. Looking back on the week, I am grateful these repairers rescued me. That is, they did something for me I couldn't do for myself. In so doing, they helped restore some of the self worth I thought I had lost. Not one of them realised they are part of my healing process in coping with sight loss and advancing arthritis. Receiving kindness is humbling because the giver decides the one receiving is worth the investment. Now it's my turn to pay this forward.

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