Even though certain other periods in my life should have qualified as the worst months of my life, it’s September of 2016 that comes to the forefront in my personal history.
With all the things I’ve had to endure, September was the month when I actually thought I might not make it to October. It was pretty bad. I’m doing things now to help keep a repeat performance from ever happening again but I can’t stop everything.
My mother-in-law had to be admitted to a local hospital near the beginning of the month. To make an extremely long story short, I footed the bill and was too broke to help myself.
I developed a head cold which lasted for a week. As soon as I was over it, Josie (my wife) developed her version of it. As soon as she was over it, I succumbed to a case of food poisoning.
I should have been able to self-medicate my way out of the food poisoning since it was such a mild case, but I was weak from being sick earlier in the month. Not only that, but I’d suffered from a bad case of food poisoning a long time ago. I was probably more susceptible than I should have been.
I’m okay now, but I’m still weak. It’ll probably take me another month to fully recover.
18 years ago, I retired from 20 years of active military service. I suffered through a lot more nonsense back then than I care to remember. All those years and I never felt like I did in September, when I thought (for a brief period) that I might not make it to October.
A month of spending more time on my back than anywhere else helped to put a lot of things in perspective for me.
I realized I don’t want to do what I’m doing now – writing about my life or anything associated with it. I don’t want to write at all. I’ve avoided it for days. I did it for 10 years and I think I’m pretty much done with it. I’ll have to wait and see if anything changes in the new few days, weeks or months.