Worry is Waste

Got creative, used a pillow to prop up the hurts, tied the pillow in place and did some mega writing today. Then at

11:30ish I called doctor’s office. No report. Colored my hair, took a shower, peeled off the bandage. Actually, doesn’t look too bad. Different than the lumpectomy in 1980. I made a sandwich for lunch, took my pain meds, then played a game of chess with husband. No one should try chess and meds. It doesn’t work. He beat me.

Took a nap. Receptionist called, still no report. I now have an appointment at 10:15 tomorrow. So I’m going to figure out a way to cover my owie and think I’ll go see the Blackwoods tonight. Thanks for the prayers. beautiful flowers, emails, and phone calls. Honestly, I know nothing, so can share nothing.

Interesting how one can lose time while waiting, or you can choose to move forward. I've decided I'm not wasting this time. These are memorable moments. Husband's bike went on the fritz today, think we'll hunt for parts online. Gotta keep him moving, too.