I have a headache. It's not my usual change-in-the-weather headache, more of a sinus thing. Bleah.
I did not sleep well last night.
My mother is, at this moment, having a CT scan of her chest to get a better image of "something" that showed up on a chest x-ray. She has had respiratory issues all my life and has smoked for 50 years. You do the math.
She has not told any of my siblings about this. Apparently I have become the Reliable One. But I am the baby of the family. When did I get Reliable?
She's playing it very cool and is convinced it's nothing. I'm following her lead...except for inside where I'm kicking at Fate and Mortality and demanding that the Universe give my mother a free pass from having to go through anything that would damage her sense of independence.
I am realizing how much I like my mother.
I am realizing how much I am like my mother.
I have a bajillion things to do at work, but they are not getting done. Instead I'm doing this and posting pointless responses to meaningless discussions and trying to distract myself in any way I can.
Off to acupuncture today and off to cycle monitoring tomorrow.
I would dearly love a glass of Irish whiskey, a pint of Guinness, and a hot ham sandwich. And when I'm done, I'll have the same again, please.