When You Live By Yourself

I live alone. I love living alone. I love for people to come visit or even stay for a few weeks. But basically I love living by myself. I love the freedom to do what I want to do when I want to do it, and I love not having to do anything I don't want to.

However, along with living alone there are some things that you must take into consideration. It's very important to make sure all the doors are locked when you go to bed at night. Even though I sometime forget, I try to make sure I am safely locked in at night. This sometimes causes me to worry what if I got sick in the night and no one could get in. Well, I've covered that with having a key hidden outside. Well, so it's not hidden very well. If you won't tell anyone where it is, I'll tell you since you might need to let in the paramedics to take me to the hospital.

Ok, since you've promised not to tell anyone, the key is on the top shelf on the carport. Actually, if you are standing on the top step of the kitchen door, you can see it. I told you it wasn't hidden very well.

Any way, one other thing that crosses my mind is what if I were to die in my bedroom in the back of the house. How hard would it be to get me out of there. My house isn't large, and by the time you got the number of people it would take to get me onto the gurney, and then try to get it out of the room, well the vision in my head isn't pretty.

You are wondering why I bring up this morbid subject. Well night before last, I woke up about midnight with the honest opinion that I was dying. I have GURD, and the symptoms of it are almost identical to those of a heart attack, which, thankfully, I've never had. But, having not eaten anything I could readily identify as being something that would have caused a flare up of GURD(doesn't that sound like a disease everyone wants to have?), I, being a person who diagnoses myself, decided I was having a heart attack and was therefore dying.

Not wanting to be carried out of my bedroom with the scenario above, I decided the best place for me was to go to the living room and get into the recliner. That's a straight shot out the front door. I also unlocked and opened the front door so it wouldn't be a problem to get in. I didn't want the door damaged. It's pretty new, and the kids will need to get as much for the house as possible. Don't you think I'm a considerate mother?

I had taken a prilosec before I went to bed with my other medicine, but I took another when I moved to the living room. I guess it did the trick, because I woke up about 3, felt better, realized I wasn't dead, locked the door and went back to bed. I can tell you are thinking, what a dummy I am. If you live by yourself, you've experienced the same thing. You may not have gone to the extent I did, but you never know when you might need to do the same thing.

So, I'm sure my kids will be thinking it's getting closer to time for their mother to go to the home, but I want to know what you have done lately that would constitute you being as nutty as I?

Hope you are having a great Thursday. Love one another.