Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 214 lbs.

It is torture getting up these days! I usually am someone who gets up easily before an alarm, and in fact, haven’t had to use an alarm clock in years. Of course, I’ve got Tom who’s even more perky than me in the wee hours, so actually, he is usually my alarm if I need one. Lately he has been rousing me at 6:30 from the deepest sleeps complete with elaborate dreams. I am then hard pressed to move and function, despite the rub downs he gives me to stimulate blood flow and get me off to a good start. (Thank you, Honey!!)

Today I went through all the paces, trudging off to the bathroom and heading to the basement for my usual workout. And almost fell asleep on the treadmill! Seriously! I felt me eyes closing and I could barely keep up, and nearly ended up doing a George Jetson and getting sucked into the machine! I am still so tired that if I could blow off work today I would in a hearbeat, and head straight back to bed to finish off my dreams and hide from the day.

But, alas, it is time to finish what I must to ready myself, and hopefully, once the part caffeinated coffee kicks in, I may actually be human by the time I have to counsel some poor person who actually finds me wise or helpful. Ha!

In other, more somber news, Pete, our friend of many years, called from North Carolina last night to say that his mother had passed away. She had taken a precipitous turn for the worse after being diagnosed in October with pancreatic cancer, and although did well up until about Christmas, slipped so fast that Pete barely made it back in time to spend final days with her. So, for any of you who know him, and for Pete himself who occassionally frequents this site, please join me in sending condolences. So sorry, Pete!

It has seemed to me that in the last few years and a natural factor of aging, I suppose, that death of people we know and parents of friends, is rampant. And, if not death, hospitalization or nursing home placement. I guess this is what baby boomers are facing everywhere, but it is “funny” how this has suddenly become so commonplace as to be a frequent topic of discussion, and is now part of our everyday awareness and reality. No more carefree, innocent, invincible days of youth, I suppose.  Sigh….  

I guess that it is time to be very grateful for my current good health and the well being of those in my closest circles. Although we too are getting up there, so far we are holding our own and trying hard to live well to help this cause. And, it seems to be working for the most part. I am grateful to count myself in this category, especially given that less than a year ago my future was bleak and I was clearly on a path of imminent disability and death, and likely would have been the first to go. Hopefully, everyone who reads here is also well and taking good care to try and stay that way!!

 Now if I could only get more sleep!