Tallying the score card…

Tallying the score card is real… For decades I told sister about how I thought all my issues were because of mom and dad… and she was silent as the grave… and still is…

Now that I know the truth, I can tally the record… in a way, it makes it possible for me to deal with the physical pain not of my doing…

I have been working on the OCR program, getting everything converted and been playing my game… both actions impact my right hand little finger… the finger that looks broken in one of the pictures I shared… as well as the wrist…

Because that finger never healed right, it’s letting me know now how unhappy it is… and it has made me think I will have to go with Dragon software and dictate, instead of type… exploring the options for a choice made for me 59 years ago…

When something else hurts or aches or stings or zings or zangs… understanding the cause of the pain, does make it tolerable… the ones I caused, those injuries… I just remind myself to look both ways… the injuries caused by others… 

Once I recognized the perpetrator, I file that memory away and when the pain comes again, it gets catalog as a nuisance and no other thought given to it… taking the power away from the beater and giving the power back to me…

Lots of tallying to do and as time goes by, my incidental pain will be a question as to what did I walk into or when did I forget to duck… making the tally a thing of the past… and my once in a while bumps and bruises… a sign of aging… maybe by that time I will own the past and it not own me…

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I Remember… Margie… who used to love carnivals before she was 8…

Sgt. USAF DAV