همه ش بايد با هم اتفاق بيفته؟!

فکر کنم به اين وضعيت مي گن «شير تو شير» يا همين اصطلاح با واژه ي «خر»!
از ديشب نمي دونم چرا يه دفعه حالم يه کم شديداً بد شد... البته از روز قبل ش بود، اما خُب من مثل هميشه اهميت ندادم، تا اين که ديروز ظهر ديگه جدي شد. الآن بيست ساعته که فقط خوابيدم و واسه قرص خوردن بيدار شدم (و دو بار هم چک ميل!) الآن يه کم بهترم به جز سردرد.. ديروز خيلي همه چيز قاطي شده بود، از شدت کمردرد مجبور بودم بخوابم. و حالت تهوع و دل درد باعث ميشد وايسم!
حالا با همه ي اينا، همه ي اتفاق هاي يک سال اخير تو امروز خلاصه شد. تو يک ساعت اخير فقط پونزده بار تلفن زنگ خورد (مگه مي ذارن بخوابم؟) و سه نفر اومدن خونه رُ ببينن..
من اصولاً هميشه دو جور مريض ميشم. يا يه دفعه خيلي شديد؛ که دو روز طول مي کشه و ديگه خوب ميشم. يا سرما مي خورم و دو ماه سرفه و عطسه !

يه چيز جالب. من چک ميل کردم، بعد داشتم چند تا سايت رُ مي خوندم و جواب ايميل ها رُ نوشتم و حتا رفتم بيرون و خلاصه يه نيم ساعتي پاي کامپيوتر نبودم. بعد برگشتم، خواستم کانکت شم ديدم جواب نميده.. دقت کردم ديدم از اون موقع آنلاين بوده !!

That is the kind of love I want in my life . . .
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly
gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches)
removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he
had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him
take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone
would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and
decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate
his wound.

On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got
the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.
I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he
was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home
to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a
victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing
his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still going every morning,
even though she doesn't know who you are..?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said..

"She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is . . ."

I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm,
and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an
acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be . . .