Dad's back in the hospital. Chemo is killed off all his blood cells again. He's debating whether to continue.
I'm not pregnant. Again. And won't be trying until after
tdstraitjacket recovers from the hip replacement.
I am working a gazillion hours in preparation for
tdstraitjacket to be off work for up to 8 weeks. OK. Not a gazillion. Just about 70 per week. More than enough.
I'm not sure how I am going to make it through this week. I had a dentist appointment today. I am visiting Dad now. I still need to go grocery shopping and do some housework/rearranging before the surgery.
I work a 24 tomorrow.
I have a chiropractor's appointment and a doctor's appointment on Wednesday and I work the back half of the 24.
I'm off Thursday. Spending time with the hubby and more work on the house.
24 Friday.
Off Saturday. Getting ready for the church service on Sunday, more work on the house, possibly getting to spend time with
krisravenna, maybe a party Saturday night, but more than likely collapsing and going to bed really early.
Co-leading the service on Sunday for National Coming Out Day. Which reminds me - I need to get the order of service info in today. And I am working the back half Sunday night and the front half Monday. Tuesday is the surgery.
I still have to prepare for the church service on Sunday. And I need to work on the Samhain ritual. And a million other little things.
My head hurts. My sinuses are killing me. And I want to sleep for a century or so.
Please keep all of us in your thoughts and prayers. We really need it right now.