Yesterday I wrote what can best be described as a pity me post which I almost immediately unpublished. I wrote the post as I was feeling really emotional. Mainly because I haven’t had a proper nights sleep since last Monday and my diet has been reduced to 90% liquid since the excessive coughing ultimately ends up with me pewking my guts out. So I was feeling really irritable and a bit sorry for myself.
I was also feeling lonely and perhaps a bit worried that I might end up like 40 year old Joyce Vincent, a London woman who was found dead in her apartment this past January. Apparently, she had been dead for two plus years and no one bothered to sound the alarms about her disappearance. Not her family or friends. Not her neighbors. Not anyone. The only reason her body was discovered is because the landlord, the local council came to reposes the apartment due to lack of payment.
So Joyce’s situation while a bit extreme, made me think of my own. I’m a single woman in a foreign country with little family or friends around. That got me thinking about what would happen if I fell dangerously ill or God forbid dead in my apartment. More importantly, who would sound the alarm and how quickly? Hopefully, someone out there would a lot sooner than occurred in this case because if not, it would mean that I really haven’t had the kind of impact I thought I had on some of the people (i.e. family members, friends and maybe even a few coworkers, etc.) that have crossed my life these past 35 years.
Hopefully, an alarm will never be needed. And more immediately, that I get over this damn illness. It’s really bringing my energy and mood down.