Things are feeling a bit surreal around here. My husband, with his serious blood disease and varices in danger of bursting, but who looks completely healthy, is running around getting things organized for the big event. He's done the taxes, arranged his medical leave with the dean of his school, and found a temporary replacement to take over his job as chair of his department. Right now he's off taking a load of stuff to Goodwill, and after that, will go to the blood bank where they'll take blood to put aside incase he starts bleeding during surgery and needs a transfusion. Just another busy day....
As for me, I've got a list of things to do:
1. Clean house because people are coming to stay and help out
(and, of course, the cleanliness of my house is all my loved ones
will the thinking about when my husband's in the hospital!).
2. Get a cut and color for my hair (because when a gal's in crisis, she
has to look her best).
3. Stock the pantry and freezer with ready-to-eat foods from Trader Joe's
(well, at least THAT's not nuts!).
4. Do every scrap of laundry in the house.
It's clear, even to me, that most of this list is a feeble attempt to assert control over a situation that I have no control over. Which, I guess, is OK. Now that I'm coming out of my shocked stupor, I have to keep busy, doing something, anything, to keep from feeling helpless. Silly me.