I skipped Day 15
I didn’t write yesterday. I had a story in my head, but I will probably leave that for tomorrow. I’m not in the mood for that one today. I didn’t write yesterday because I didn’t have a minute to sit down and do it. And I haven’t had much time today, but I’ll try to type some words here and make it half-way interesting.
Friday night had me taking a friend to the ER. Turns out the suspected stomach flu was a bowel obstruction that resulted in surgery. I’m still wrestling with the guilt of thinking it really wasn’t something all that serious. The guilt comes from back and forth texting rather than jumping in the car immediately. Ultimately, I did jump in the car with my boyfriend to go pick her up and after he brought her from the house, I drove as fast as I could and ran stop signs on purpose.
The shameful hospital selfie before we knew it was serious.
So yesterday was hectic. We visited our friend (she’s going to be fine), went for a run, went grocery shopping, made empanadas, and then I went to a “girls only” birthday party. Having not slept much Friday night due to a late night at the hospital, 2am texts to check on progress, and worry, I fell into a deep sleep by 9:30pm.
Today was a bike ride, a beer, laundry, and the wonderful news that my son ran his first 5K. This was wonderful to me because I recalled a consultation with his Radiation Oncologist over eleven years ago (post chemo-pre radiation) where he said something to the effect, “You won’t be a runner.”
