Oh Cyclops I loved Loved Loved your poem!

I would wear a pair of red high heels and march in front of the bicycle built for ten with a bataan!

I would run with my Grandchildren and swim every day.
I would hike the Sierra mountains again.
I would take my grandchildren camping and fishing.
I would throw out all this medication and wake up with a clear head every day.
I would wake up every morning and run 6 miles like I used to!

Oh, if only I didn't have PN! My life would be sooooo incredibly different!

Instead, I am where I am. Old before my time, fatter than I should be, sitting on the sidelines like a zombie because my meds make me that way.
But we are here, with our sarcastic attitudes and our memories of life before PN. Like old people in a nursing home watching out the window, remembering what life used to be. Living inside our own minds, knowing we will never be those healthy, energetic, carefree people again.

I don't know if I like this exercise. It made me happy for a minute, then made me mad. Mad that I'm stuck inside this retirement home looking outside the windows and watching life pass me by!
O.K. bring on the elephants!