Retirement, It was not supposed to be like this. I had pictured my retirement as spending endless days in the company of my beautiful daughter. We shared so many interests, together with other individual interests, apart from those shared.
I have always been and still am, a Workaholic. I always have to be doing something constructive or creative. I do not enjoy sitting around, being idle, with nothing to do.
I have plenty of interests to keep me busy. My Art, Sewing and Knitting are things I have always done, starting from age four. I love making and creating clothes for not only myself but children’s clothes, together with soft furnishings for my home. I love making unique one-off creations and items.
Photography has also been another interest and hobby. In the past it revolved around my family, and all the animals in my care. Looking back in hindsight, after the death of my beautiful daughter, I wish I had taken more photo’s of her.
Following her death, I lost my Art mojo, and threw myself into Photography. I concentrated on Macro Photography for many months, until I had achieved the goals I had set for myself.
I have always loved to challenge myself, and constantly set myself new challenges and goals to achieve within a specified time.
Currently I am having to deal with some health issues, that restrict my activities. Pushing above my weight was a constant challenge for this fifty kilogram body. Tackling and controlling horses that weighed on average over 500 kilograms was second nature for me. Superwoman was immune to the damage to her body, until I found I was constantly in need of deep heat therapy to the joints as part of my daily routine. I could deal with the Arthritis, but began to notice I could not stand for long periods, or even undertake passive activities without experiencing severe back pain. Osteoporosis had caught up with me.
I had been seeing a new GP for the three years, after moving from the city to the country. Amazing that after numerous tests, x-rays, MRI etc he never once offered a solution to my back problem and the pain of Osteoporosis or Arthritis. I changed Doctor’s and my new GP organised a Specialist to see me within two weeks. The Specialist gave me a prescription for the pain, but although I found a small amount of relief, I could not drive my car whilst taking this medicine. Other pain relief prescriptions were also provided. After six months I decided that the relief from the pain killers was only minimal, that the restrictions on my driving ability was making me depressed, so I have discontinued the use of these painkillers. My elderly Aunt of 88 years also suffers from Osteoporosis. She told me that resting often throughout the day, and after most activities was her method of coping. I had been forced to rest after only a half hours activities, for the past four years anyway, regardless of the prescription pain killers.
My late father was still breaking in and training the wild young horses at age 84 years, before his untimely death. He died from neglect by hospital staff, who did not address his injuries from being knocked down by a beast at the cattle yards. Dad was doing what he loved. It was his life’s work and pleasure working and training the horses. I too expected to be just like him, doing what I loved well into my old age.
I am hoping to continue mentoring the younger generations, and to give back to society by helping in whatever way I can. Donating my Art, knitting and sewing creations to raise money for worthy causes is a start.
Coming to terms with a vastly different retirement situation is something I am still trying to resolve..