All the feels

This week has been a bit rough.  

From the time we scheduled my surgery I felt that I had this massive expanse of time staring back at me. 

All of a sudden I have already paid my surgeon, packed my hospital bag, and worried about the carload of donations I have that still need to go to Goodwill before I check into the hospital.  Also, I should have scheduled for the dogs to get a bath and for the carpets to get cleaned and for the bug spray guy to come, but I didn't.  #regrets

I just want pie.  
And cake.  
And wine.  
And so much chocolate.  
And to cry.
And to sleep.  
And to read.  
And do jumping jacks.  
And run a marathon.  [OK...just kidding about the marathon.]

God bless my therapist.  I really don't know where I would be without one.  Thanks for the breathing techniques, they have already come in handy.

Tomorrow, Tim is taking me to see Pride & Prejudice and Zombies and then I'm spending the afternoon at Udander for a day of relaxation and pampering.  

Because I'm a PRINCESS!!!

I've already been getting wonderful presents from wonderful people - puzzles, coloring books, boob pillows, butt wipes, chocolate, wine, and a deck of Hillary Clinton for president playing cards - which means I have the best of friends who know me so well!

Flowers and Food are also accepted!  Please remember that I am a genetic mutant, cursed for eternity with a BRCA2 mutation and celiacs disease - so no gluten.  I can't eat it - not that I don't want to (I have dreams of eating Eischen's Chicken at least once a month).


*breath in 7...6...5...4...3...2...1...*
*hold for 3...2...1...*
*breath out for 5...4...3...2...1...*