The Blind Leading the Blind OR The Blonde Leading the Blonde. Take your pick.

I admit I am used to folks helping me. I am generally in some degree of pain, and my movement is limited, sometimes more so than others.

My good friends know this, and usually ask questions when I am with them, "Are you okay to sit here? Do we need to stand up and walk? Can I get you anything?"

I appreciate it. Makes me feel loved and understood.

But yesterday, I went to Best Buddy's house (here after mentioned as B.B.) She of the broken leg. She of the very long legs.

Not a good combo, no matter which way you look at it.

For once, I got to pet her a little. Toted her stuff. Set her shoes out of the way, locked the door, stuff like that.

Made me feel good, and I hope it helped her.

To be honest, I'd rather be on that end of the stick, but I hardly ever am. For me (and for B.B., too) it is far easier to serve than to be served.

We don't like being helpless, or hurt.

But sometimes, you know, that's just the way it is.

How Women Do Things

You may have read how women and men are different.

You may have thought, "Boy, women and men are different!"

You may have just been involved in something that made you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that men and women are different.

I am a woman in pain. Plus, I think I'm getting sick, but don't tell nobody.

I am blessed to have a husband who has a servant's heart and who loves me, and tries his best to help me in any way  he can.

But today, we came into the house and I said I was going to lie down for a few minutes. Of course, when I got upstairs, I realized I forgot the ice pack. When I asked Husband if he would get it for me, he did not hesitate to say yes.

So, I am going to lie down, right? But first, I get stuff out of the dryer and put stuff in the dryer. I take my meds that were due an hour ago. I feed the cat. I look over the  mail that is laying on the bed. I put my manuscript in the three hole folder I have for it.

What is wrong with me?

I can't stop.I can't stop even though my throat hurts, my feet hurt, my back hurts, my everydangthing hurts.

Husband says, "I'm gonna lay down in the recliner for a minute."

So, what does he do?

All together now:

He lays down in the recliner for a couple of hours.

I will ask you again:

What is wrong with me?

I suspect it's the difference between a woman and a man.