Turn, turn, turn

My morning and evening med routine isn’t all that rigourous. Two different puffers (sometimes three), one pill, and I’m golden. Four puffs and a swallow. Sometimes that simple action can really emphasize how the days are cycling round, I think about time, and how I don’t even remember what I did, but I find myself at my desk again, puffing and swallowing. And again, and again. That repetitiveness, that constant part of my day, makes time go faster. Sometimes, while puffing and swallowing, I get the feeling that I’ve been here a thousand times before, that I’ve let another day go by without doing something important to me, and I notice how the days pile up and the seasons change. I think about how I should make my day about more than gravitating from bed to meds to (daily business) to meds to bed.  Of course, my days are about much more than that, but sitting at my desk taking my meds, I can get caught up in a bit of a world.

I wonder, will I be going through the same motions when I am an old woman? What about me will have changed?