Found in the files:

Since I have already confessed to being an incurable collector, you will understand when I publish this post. I found this when I was cleaning out my professional files, brought home when I retired. I assume someone gave it to me when I was managing a program for Retired Senior Volunteers. To quote:

THANK GOD I'M NOT SICK

Author Unknown

Thank God I'm not sick.

I have a wrinkled face and a sagging chin

and these brown spots all over my skin -

but thank God I'm not sick.

I can turn on the TV. . .

Push my recliner back . . .

and before the news is over

I've taken a nap.

Then when it's late and I'm ready for bed

I'm wide awake and wondering what was said.

I know where my brain is,

but that's not my mind,

and I question my memory from time to time.

I hunt for things, plus the keys to my car,

go in the next room and wonder what for

but thank God I'm not sick.

I can walk every morning, sleep all night,

drive my car, and dress up right,

make my bed, pay my bills, cook my food,

and clean up my spills.

I tire a little faster, rest a little slower. . .

but in spite of all this, I'm still a go-er,

and thank God I'm not sick.

I forget names, remember faces,

remember them and forget the places.

My hearing is dull, my hair is gray.

My eyes are dim, but what can I say?

I can write a letter, answer the phone.

Read my mail, and live alone.

It's a God-Given privilege to be alive,

So whatever the day brings, I'll survive.

And thank God I'm not sick.

I'm cooking less, my cooking's not good.

I chew a little longer when eating my food.

I make myself a list and check it twice. . .

write myself a note -- now take my advice. . .

when you look at the calendar to check a day,

make sure it's the right week to be OK.

Then laugh a lot and pray a little

and keep on plowing down the middle.

Than be thankful you're not sick.

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