OK short story,,,

I'm in the coop this morning and I hear MOM are you out there,,yeah i hear my sons voice... so i grabbed my poop bucket and my pitch fork and leave the coop.. super happy to see him. he says mom i think we should talk I'm like ahh ohh whats wrong... so i empty my poop bucket in compost put the pitch fork away and head for the house to wash my hands. so i sit down at the kitchen table with my son and daughter in law, and my son ask`s Mom are you OK? Yes why would you ask that? Because you are outside in your pajamas with a poop bucket in one hand and a pitchfork in the other there is a **** chicken in your bathroom,you don't go any place anymore, you have dishes in the sink no makeup and you chopped your hair off and alls you talk about is chickens you are almost 50 years old and should be traveling or enjoying a easy life not working harder,,and why is there a chicken in your bathroom??? If you need some help maybe we should move back in with you.
Wow..
OK so the chicken in the bathroom has in infection and I'm going to take a warm rag and soften it up so i can squeeze the puss out of it and i have to clean the poop out of the coop since chickens DO poop, the pitchfork is so i can turn the straw over in the run and fluff the pine shavings, I get out of the house i just went to fleet farm yesterday, I chopped my hair because I'm having hot flashes and I'm as you said I'm almost 50 i don't need hair down to my ***** I'm not out to get a boyfriend why should i wear makeup when its just me and if i don't want to do dishes today i don't have to.. If i want to raise chickens instead of traveling that's what is making me happy right now..
I'm FINE its OK