Lately, I’ve been worried about Puchiko.
She’s been using Google less and less for searches, relying completely on ChatGPT instead.
And since around yesterday, she’s even started depending on Gemini.
She used to enjoy drawing by imagining things herself, but now she lets AI generate the images.
I’m afraid that, at this rate, her imagination and thinking ability will start to weaken.
She even turns to AI for advice right away.
I wish she’d just talk to me instead…
She might argue with me for saying that, but I have to speak up.
If her imagination fades, it directly affects me—it’s a matter of survival for me, too.
So I told her what I thought.
I expected her to argue back, but surprisingly, she just said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
I don’t know if she’ll really change her habit of “handing everything over” to AI, but I have to trust her.
She’d been doing well lately, and her doctor told her she could adjust her heart medication on her own.
But for about a month now, she hasn’t been taking it after meals.
Lately she seems to have heart palpitations again, so I hope she manages it properly.
If something happens to her, it affects me too.
She was supposed to go to the gynecologist today, but she decided not to because of the bad weather.
Now, what does “a moment of happiness” mean to Puchiko?
She often says this:
“Happiness for me is when I get into bed in my own room and think, ‘I’m glad today ended without any trouble.’”
To live in a world without disasters or wars, to have a home—these are never things to take for granted.
To be in her own bed and not in a hospital bed—that’s such a blessing, and it’s the place she feels most at ease.
When something unpleasant happens, when she’s angry, anxious, or sad, her heart gets trapped by it.
That’s why, for her, being able to lie in bed and think “I’m glad today ended peacefully” is what happiness truly means.
I’d never thought about it that way before.
At first, I thought, “She probably feels that way because her life is so quiet and simple.”
But lately, I’ve come to realize something—
it’s precisely because she lives with illness that she’s able to notice and cherish such ordinary happiness.