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72 Hours to go. Tori's mom flew in Friday night so she could help be supportive for Tori as well as help with the kids. A friend of ours that moved back to Dayton around the same time we did is taking the day off and her husband is going to be with Tori at the hospital. I don't have the words for how much that means to me. I hate, HATE that everyone is going to all this on what feels like my account. I want to be the one that is there for my friends and family. But I really appreciate that they are there for my family.
I don't pray a lot. I suppose I always felt that God knows most of your thoughts so unless it is something special no reason to bring it up to Him. But when I do pray I usually start it with a request to watch over my family. Keep them safe. Keep them happy. They mean more to me than anything so it is really great that everyone is helping with them through this.
The pain in my side has steadily been getting worse. I have trouble sleeping because I can't find a comfortable position. All I can take for it is tylenol, which never does much for me anyways. My appetite is decreasing some. All this could be stress I suppose but lord knows I've stressed myself to the max plenty of times before. I just keep telling myself just another week, just another 5 days, just another 3 days. Just need to get through today, get through work tomorrow (I'll likely leave at lunch after finishing handing off my current projects), get through Tuesday and that damn clear liquid diet. I want to just go to sleep and wake up and have it be Wednesday already. But I have to be here for the girls, for Tori. I love them so much.
I don't pray a lot. I suppose I always felt that God knows most of your thoughts so unless it is something special no reason to bring it up to Him. But when I do pray I usually start it with a request to watch over my family. Keep them safe. Keep them happy. They mean more to me than anything so it is really great that everyone is helping with them through this.
The pain in my side has steadily been getting worse. I have trouble sleeping because I can't find a comfortable position. All I can take for it is tylenol, which never does much for me anyways. My appetite is decreasing some. All this could be stress I suppose but lord knows I've stressed myself to the max plenty of times before. I just keep telling myself just another week, just another 5 days, just another 3 days. Just need to get through today, get through work tomorrow (I'll likely leave at lunch after finishing handing off my current projects), get through Tuesday and that damn clear liquid diet. I want to just go to sleep and wake up and have it be Wednesday already. But I have to be here for the girls, for Tori. I love them so much.