Ditching the Pink

I think I might ditch the pink, y'all, Strawberry Nightmare though it may be. I'm not sure I want to be associated with something quite so...confectionary.

Of course, this could all stem from my bone-tiredness and the fact that my mother arrives in town in less than 2.5 hours and I still have so much to do before I have a bodily organ removed.

But at least I remembered to mail my dad his Gloria Estefan ticket confirmation number.

Also, I am drinking a can of Nestea Lemon Iced Tea. Yes, there is caffeine, though not a lot. And, yes, there is sugar, but hey...I could die under the knife. Let me have a caffeinated junk drink in all it's caloric glory.

I'm hoping I don't die under anesthesia, though. I'm not so good at saying, "I love you," and there are a lot of people I need to say that to, so I need time to get over it and then to get up the nerve to say it. Or at least the time to try.

But also, plans are underway for a major renovation here. Not the site, but with me. After this whole gall bladder debacle is over, I have resolved to live as healthy a life as possible - while I still have the attention span for it, as well as a few remaining nuggets of shapeless clay with which to fashion some new good habits. That was an awkward sentence, but I didn't want to give it up, so there it is.

And by as healthy a life as possible, I mean, as healthy a life as possible to me. Like I told Kelly this morning, I am tired of feeling unwell. In the head, in the body, in the heart. Unwellness is a decidedly miserable state of being.

I wonder what I will obsess about after this surgery is done? I'm open to suggestions. Once again, Kabbalah Prohibited.