John & I have shared housing accommodations with a daughter, Emily and her five children for the past couple years as my Parkinson’s symptoms have become more pronounced. The seventeen year old, Megan, has been aware and come to my rescue when I lost my balance in the pool, needed help to carry things, open doors or bottles, etc… She also, kindly, lets me know when I have food on my chin. 🙂
I knew it takes me a long time to eat, but I guess I thought it was just a chewing and swallowing issue, until Megan observed… “Look, grandma is eating like a sloth!” At that point, I realized how slowly I was moving the fork toward my mouth. I had to laugh.
Emily’s children know she likes Sloths so they have gifted her with a ‘sloth shirt’ and stuffed plush sloths. So when she was showing me her collection of Valentine Sloths, naming them off…Here is the daddy, the mommy, the baby… I said “And you have ME” 🙂
Yes, they have me… and I have them.. my family are my tribe… my wolfpack… my Valentines
Slothful mean not easily aroused to activity. .. lazy, suggests a disinclination to work or to take trouble to do anything.. Apathy seems to fit here. A slothful person doesn’t have a claim on a good work ethic.
On Valentines Day, 2019, I have an appointment to have my condition evaluated at the University of Florida Movement Disorders and Neurorestoration Fixel Center. To demonstrate MY good work ethic I have compiled a list of questions I hope to ask.
I’ll try to not drop the ball… and report back on the feedback I receive.
4 thoughts on “Sloth… but not slothful”
You’re so inspiring. Glad you have help. I always try to find humor in all my challenges, especially my health. Many prayers. Xoxo
Thank you for your comments. Yes, laughter IS the best medicine.
Jackie, I’ve missed seeing your posirive encouraging comments, the past few days. Made me wonder if everything is ok with you?
It is. Just trials. But I’ll catch up;) all is well. Hope you’re doing well too