I’m not talking about the fact that I have Type 1 diabetes.
Or that I have a mental illness.
And high blood-pressure.
Or that I’m allergic to cats.
No. None of these are the problem. I have medication for all the physical stuff. I get therapy for the mental problem. I wear glasses and I can take anti-histamines to counter the cats. (Or kick them out when it’s really bad.)
No. The real problem (and one that can’t be treated) is that I’m too tall.
Eh? Almost everyone would like to be taller!
Not if they had my kitchen sink cupboard…
My partner is a bit OCD and likes to tidy everything away. This results in everything I like to keep handy in case needed is ‘stuffed’ in the cupboard beneath the kitchen sink.
Every time I try to find the hammer, or the sellotape, or the bin-bags, or my Marmite… I cause an avalanche of ‘crap’ that takes hours to put back.
Now, if I were shorter, I would be able to see into the cupboard and find the required item much quicker and without creating a mess of monumental proportions. My blood pressure would also be lower preventing an early demise. (Especially considering all the health conditions mentioned earlier!)
The short of it is… I’m too tall.