My friends from church wrote to check in on me after I asked them for a favor. Here’s my response to them.
Thanks both of you. Yes, that would be lovely for you guys to come over one night. Hubby could use the help with dinner. I already stopped making dinners. I asked my mom to buy food tonight.
I’ll let you know how I feel after surgery. Just text me to remind me in a week or so. I really miss you guys.
I’m getting panicky because there’s all these little things that have to be done, like filing my taxes and applying for financial aid for First Born. It’s stressful to deal with the college application process. I’m dealing with the financial aid part of it. Hubby has to deal with everything else. It’s so nerve racking because he has to get in somewhere decent and we have to be able to pay for it. This will be the first year for free tuition and I’m afraid it will be extra competitive to state schools because of it.
But other than that, I’m just scared of the thought of being cut up and treated like a piece of meat. I’m also afraid my body will do something embarrassing while I’m under. Why I even care about that is a mystery. I just do. I remember bleeding all over First Born’s pediatrician’s floor at his first visit, which they still haven’t gotten over. While getting on a stretcher to the ambulance, I took off my shoes because it was the polite thing to do, nevermind the blood all over the floor. I don’t fight myself over these things anymore. I just roll with it and let other’s deal with it.
Thanks for letting me share my concerns. Thanks Curtiss for the non-encouragement. It’s really touching (I think). [Curtiss said he wasn’t going to say anything positive because I got this.]
P Mom, we love you!!!!