My day

I believe it is getting to where I am going to have to break down and go to the doctor. I still feel like a Mack truck has ran over me backed up (over me) and went forward again. If that doesn't describe it enough I feel like doo doo.
It really didn't help breathing in the smoke fumes last night but that is okay I will overcome that those poor people made it all right. When they looked at you and said "I am okay but how is so and so" I don't think I ever realized how much faith the older generation has. You know you often hear people say "I don't understand how they did that back then" Well I think I figured out how they did it I just haven't figured out how to stop being sto darn hard headed and allow myself to let God have it all and stop feeling I have to take care of everything on my own. It seems that my grandparents generation (the age group in the apartments) just has so much faith. I really don't see that many people even in my parents generation with that much. So I guess my question is "How do they do it?" I wish I knew, I wish I could let myself be that trusting, I wish that I had the connection with the man upstairs to answer these questions and many more that I have.
Well I am off here I took some codi-clear for the caugh and feeling kind of tired.