Waiting for things to happen that are out of my control is like eating sandpaper. Not my favorite cup of tea. While I’m waiting for the hospital’s surgery scheduler to call me to schedule my surgery, my sister is waiting on the results of her tests so her surgery can be scheduled. We have to do them one at a time, so someone can look after my mom while the other is recovering. This is wacko – even for my life. The holidays are coming and not knowing where I’ll be for them has my insides churning.
In the last year, six members of my family plus one close friend have had or are about to have surgery. Now that’s having a few too many stress issues in my opinion. Stop! I’m not made for this. I can tell by what I’m accomplishing (actually not accomplishing) that I’m not dealing well with all that’s going on right now. When I can’t focus, time and productivity fade away. There are a few other things happening that lend itself to my state of mind, and I guess the best thing for me to do now is to get busy and stay busy.
It’s the only way I know how to cope.
I guess I need a new list. I already checked off all the fall chores in the yard, painted and rearranged the office, decorated inside for fall, and put up clips for outside lights in the event I’m here at Christmas time. The only thing left undone is to work on the books, and I can only do so many hours per day of staring at a computer screen. I guess it’s treadmill time. Ugh. That sounds awful. Fortunately, it’s still warm enough to ride bike. Perhaps I’ll try and find some cold-weather cycling pants.