Kvetch, groan, but be happy.
Shrinking feet or growing feet? Either one works for me. Shoes easy to put on.
Gas or bowel movement? Bad risk to reward ratio if I choose gas route! Can get messy.
I use the stool!
First call at 1:00 AM! Second call at 2:30-3:00AM. The real moment of truth comes at around 5:00AM. Should I give up the fight and just piss in bed? Haven't chosen pissing in bed, yet.
Hydrating all day, with a weak bladder, results in a lot of pissing, but not all at once.
Being forced to use a 'walker' ain't too swift. But being bed bound or dead are poor fucking alternatives.
Wham, bam, slam!!! On my back again Mam!
A so called 'Care Giver' neglected to lock the wheels of my wheelchair which slid out from under me when I tried to sit down. I flew threw the air with the greatest of ease except that I wasn't on a fucking flying trapeze.
Roses are red, violets are blue, always walking up the down stairway when you're 92.