Losing it can be quite amusing ... as long as you aren't losing your temper.
I may be losing my hearing ... but I hear the most interesting things that no one ever said or meant to say. (Apparently, no one has left "birthday trolls" around the kitchen)
I may be losing more of my eyesight ... Andre's Appliance Bucks in the newspaper ad looked to me like Andre's Appliance Sucks. (Maybe so and maybe no)
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Actually, I don't ... I walk past the chicken pens at O'Keefe Ranch and sing to the chickens ("Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken, lay a little egg for me."), talk to the geese (they were complaining there were too many ducks in their pond), squawk at the peacock, chat with the sheep and lambs ... you get the picture. I also told the flies in the ladies washroom on Monday that this was a "no fly zone" ... they paid no attention, so I washed them down the drain.
I don't want to lose my voice, since my job requires a fair bit of talking. And I really don't want lose control of my bodily functions ('nuff said ... it's not funny).
Losing it can have its ups and downs. Losing sensation in my feet creates a whole new tripping problem (as if tripping over nothing wasn't bad enough, now I can't even feel the nothing I have tripped over!!) and creates an odd dichotomy. My nerves are telling me that my feet are cold, yet if I touch them with my hand, they feel warm. Is it because my feet are stiff that my nerves think they are cold? Or is it because it is so hot in our house that I have lost touch with temperature reality.
Just a few of the questions that losing it brings to my mind. The mind I lost. Along with my favorite belt.
And if I am losing so many things, why isn't weight easier to lose?
