Necessary Mutilation

Again, so very, very tired and weary — yet so much to do.

Trudge painfully and wearily through the beautiful spring day and even the idea of making the necessary trip for groceries is too much for me, and put off to tomorrow.  Now that I was unable to be successfully exfoliated, I must purchase some over the counter product that hopefully will keep my 5 o’clock shadow at bay during my hospital stay so the sight of my unkempt, mussed up plus stubbly self isn’t too much for other’s who feel compelled to visit, to bear.  I must also buy soft foods like yogurt, protein drinks, etc., as instructed in my dietary manuals.

And — food for Tom while I’m away and to help him too make better choices!

I do manage to “pack” (an odd construct when it’s for the hospital; not the Bahamas) and “clean” and do 5 loads of laundry, and organize the garage; set up the porch, set the DVR (for Tuesday through Saturday); read the Sunday paper; organize paperwork, etc. 

Did I mention that I am so tired?

Oh, and I crave and must eat a whopper for dinner.  A whopper?!  That’s my food of choice for my “last supper” (doesn’t sound like much of a religious experience to me either!).  Odd since I usually don’t care for fast food and typically would have preferred some fabulous buffet or hearty Greek plate.

I think the take home whopper (poor Tom!) is part manifestation of my exhaustion and resignation — I barely care to make eating an experience any more, and the ritual of a “nice” dinner is just too tiresome today.

And I didn’t even order fries with it!