Who Am I?

What a strange phenomenon.  To say your name, and not recognize who that is.  Just happened to me.

In bed,  I was reading Michael J. Fox's book about his life as an actor before Family Ties.  He was negotiating a seven figgure salary while standing in a phone booth without fundss to buy a chicken dinner that cost less than two dollars. 

I so identified with the twenty something year old Fox, that I suddenly felt I was twenty, in an eighty two year old body, prostate problemss, vision problems, diabetes problems, and insomnia.

For a brief moment of two I literally did not know who I was.

I got up and took my blood pressure...about normal for me, but very fast  pulse.  I felt light headed.  I took my blood sugar.  Took four attempts to get the meter to work...four stabs on the finger.  I got a reading that I considered low.  So I called the caregiver here at the old folks home.  She brought me an apple, and orange, and some orange juice. 

   It is sure nice to live in assisted living faciltiy and have people to help when you feel scared and helpless.  I discovered some peanut butter in the refrigerator.  I ate it by the spoonful.

   I feel better.  Well, enough to write this...but not enough to proof read it... you'll have to take me as I am,  Whoever that may be.

Chuck...three am, Friday morning.