I am not on death’s door. I am not an invalid. I am not fragile. I am not broken.
There! It pisses me off so much when my family thinks that I am going to die at any moment. Sure, I’ve had some heath scares. But I have news for them. I am not in such poor health that any moment they will find me dead. This morning I got up late, got on the computer, enjoyed the quiet of my morning. Then all hell broke loose. My husband, working out of town, couldn’t get ahold of me so he called the police to check on me! All because my damn cell phone had died overnight and I hadn’t noticed. Well… sorry!
If you didn’t have such misconceptions about how well I manage my health, then you deserve to get your panties into such a wad. You can just go crazy worrying about me. I’m doing just fine. And, just so you know, I am NOT 100 years old!