Whine ahead

It seems I had not seen my body in only underwear in full length mirror in about 4 months and we'll broke down crying in the nordstrom rack dressing room. This doesn't even look like me anymore, I do not understand how things can change so much.

It was just shocking. I don't think it is horrible or anything, but I would like to recognize myself in a mirror. Exercise tonight and scheduling physical with dr. To at least check a few things.

My MiL donated her body to science. We were able to pick up her cremains about two years later.

Oh msbelle, that's rough. I think you are lovely, but I do know the shock of not recognizing the body in the mirror. I haven't exercised in months and I'm really hoping to get back into a regular routine this summer. Maybe we can be support for each other?

Well, my doctor's advice to avoid Sudafed for a week lasted two days. Stupid allergies. I'm on Zyrtec and Nasacort, which keep a lot of the allergies at bay, but when stuff manages to get through that, I need the Sudafed. (I explained this to the doctor -- that it's either taking the Sudafed, or tripling the Vicodin -- and he said to try to go easy on it. So I am. But today, I need it.)

Great. Now my landlord sent me an email lecturing me about my responsibilities as a tenant, because I told her that I won't know for another week or two whether I'll be staying next year. I don't really care too much about if I have to pay for an extra month's rent -- I know that my parents will lend me the money if I need it -- but I really don't need the lecture right now.

Hubby is reaching the end of his tether. Getting a car that will pass inspection is being beyond frustrating, getting his car to pass inspection is not working--it's actually worse than when he started fixing what needed fixed--and he thought he'd have more time to mentally prep for the bone marrow self-donation they're starting him on. Monday is the last day we have to get car things taken care of before hospitalized chemo, surgery for bone marrow lines, and two weeks of daily runs to Salt Lake before a month plus in isolation. We have to get the title for the Jeep, go get the emissions test that didn't get done today for the inspection and hope it passes, then start the registration process. We've got the money for this. We don't have the time.

He asked me if I wanted to do anything for Mother's Day. I said, "Sleep in and have no one tell us anything bad."

That is a serious amount of stuff to deal with considering the mental energy is already spent. ~ma for smoother completion of the car crap.

wishing you both some peace , Connie.

Connie, I'm sorry that you have so much on your plate right now. Keeping my fingers crossed that you are able to get the car registered.

We had to cancel our Mother's Day plans today because Mom is having a diverticulosis attack and, therefore, is not up to going out to a restaurant.

My mother has been talking about this of late. She's looking at it from the logical point of view. Funerals and burials cost money. And we have never had money to burn. To her, it seems like a win-win situation. We are worried my sister will flip her wig at the notion. When she visits in a few weeks, we will be talking about it, in hopes of convincing her now, while mom is healthy. But sister does not like talking about anything that deals with that topic. No sir-ee-bob. As if that will keep our parents alive forever.

Well, then, she can pay for what she wants. I understand if she feels that there needs to be something, but if she is the only one that feels that way, why should you pay for it?