Glum

When I was little, we used to watch a cartoon very loosely based on Gulliver’s Travels. I say “very” because its plot revolved around a kid named Gary Gulliver and his dog Tagg shipwrecked on an island with Lilliputians, some of whom team up with Gary and have adventures.

I remembered none of this and looked it up. The only thing I remember is the above Lilliputian: Glum.  

Glum was, well, glum, suggesting the gang was doomed or would never escape. The glass is half-empty for Glum.

I have been thinking about Glum recently because I seem to be stuck feeling things are rather hopeless.

Pandemic-wise, I know they are improving, and I am vaccinated.

How do I act now?

And it’s more than the pandemic, which I suppose is a signal it is getting better because I have room in my head for multiple worries. Yay? 

On an online support group for Freidriech’s ataxia, someone asked who thought we’d walk again. Few people did. 

I guess I don’t think I will, but I had never thought of it as a yes or no before.

It kind of forced me to think about the unlikelihood.

Finally, I am really struggling with the sleep machine, and I want to cry about how hard it is to use for me. Not the wearing—although that is hard—but putting it on, hitting the power button, trying to  adjust it, everything.

Maybe Glum was right.