Just so busy...

So, here, I start a blog, then I neglect it. Bad me.

Things are crazy: just moved to a different house, a new kitchen that has yet to be delivered, tons and tons of work at my "real" job, hubby on a business trip, daughter with a possible urinary tract infection, kitchen possibly delivered today and tomorrow, newly discovered carpal tunnel syndrome for which I have to find time to get a splint... And to top it off, dear daught who decided that it was morning at 3AM  and then again at 5AM this morning! Now, it's almost 8 and she's still sleeping... a record!

Got my surgery date yesterday: October 20th. Strangely enough, I'm totally calm and detached from the fact that in a 2 weeks, someone with a sharp knife will detach a pretty big part of me. No time to think about it, no time to stress, and definiely no time to mourn. And to mourn what? The monthly pain? That sometimes lasts for weeks? The permanent need to wear a pad, because, you know, the periods last 2 weeks and then ther's this little detail about the big huge uterus leaning upon my bladder...? The end of hope? That happened a long time ago. The end (I hope!) of acid reflux? The violence of having an ovarian cyst burst? The big, hard tummy? The inability to bend over without pain? Seriously, I really don't see what there is to mourn.

I'm sure the stress will hit me anytime now... There is this feeling that something major is about to change, and that a storm will hit me and it will take me a long, long time to recover from it. And despite a loving husband and friends, I will be utterly alone to go through it. So, it's much better NOT to think about it all.

OK, gotta wake that baby up and get on with my day!