Time is relative, and exhausting

AKA "Why did I put so much on my plate"

Twelve days.

That’s how long I have until I have to be at the hospital at 6am for surgery. It’s not the 6am part that’s bothering me (I probably won’t sleep the night before anyway), it’s all the things I have to do beforehand.

Get Mom to her doctor’s appointment. Have one of my own. Do a Costco run (ew), shop for two weeks worth of groceries. Get my latest manuscript off to my editor. Write and schedule a newsletter. Laundry. Change the sheets. Water the plants…why do I feel like I’m going away for a month?

Am I the only one who does this?

I mean, it’s one thing with the groceries and whatnot, and I am my mother’s caretaker. My business isn’t going to fall apart if I don’t get a newsletter out. Also, why am I rushing out, spending almost an hour in the car to pick up a MacBook Neo when I won’t need it until probably June? What is it about these kind of events that make us feel like we have to do everything NOW?

As a person with a chronic illness, I know that it’s going to take me longer to bounce back. And that’s ok, but the world isn’t going to end if I have to get groceries delivered when I get home from the hospital.

Please tell me it’s not just my nutso brain that’s wired this way.

So I’m going to give myself some grace, take a few things off my plate, and coast into this procedure hopefully rested and calm. But if I have to stay more than a couple of days, you may want to pray for the hospital staff.

Love you all!

See you on the other side!

Lang