'Twas the night before chemo and all through my brain, flew thoughts of things I should have gotten or should have gotten done.
Floors to be mopped, vacuuming to do
dusting of the knick-knacks and the pick up of loose screws.
Furniture to be cleaned, and dogs to be washed
toilets to be scrubbed and salads to be tossed.
Scarves to be purchased and be ready to go, to cover the head where hair right now flows.
Comfortable clothes to wear for being prodded and poked, and fuzzy socks to protect my frozen little toes.
Nothing to some but to me it is stress, all of these things sitting on my list.
Tomorrow will come and may be I will be, in shape to accomplish one, two or three.
I guess right now I should take deep breaths, shower and ready my eyes for slumber's depths (HAHA).
So I know that is RIDICULOUS but when I was younger I LOVED to write poetry. I probably sucked as much then as I do now. However, it allowed me an out let to write down a few things.
I do have fuzzy socks and I have put the in my bag. I have packed a few magazines and my pretty blanket. I don't have the comfortable clothes and seriously have no idea what I will wear or what to even wear. I had hoped to be more prepared there.
I had also hoped to be a little more prepared at home. My house is no where near messy but I wanted it spotless. Ok I would settle for having been able to vacuum tonight but it just didn't happen. BUT I did get to workout! WOO HOO!
Damn it is almost 10pm. I have seriously got to get into bed because I need to be up no later than 5:30 to get the rest of me ready to go. Can't believe it is here. WOW!
Update tomorrow?
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