Time is my enemy now, until I finally sleep the last sleep. I used to think it was the evil Trinity of chronic pain, depression and insomnia that was my nemesis. These are adding to the frustration of course, and control my body and mind, but it is Time) that is working against me. I am constantly fighting to get things done, while the clock is spinning wildly.
I don’t have enough time left to live for starters. My wife scoffs when I say this, but I figure I’m at about the 85% mark in my life. Meaning I’ve lived most of it, and if I manage to make it to 80 it will be either by sheer luck or stupidity.
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