Is it Really Just Six More Days???

All quiet today (finally!) at the Northern Compound.

Of course, now that the rest of the family has finished falling apart, I have more time to focus on myself which isn't necessarily a good thing. I am somewhat embarrassed to confess that I am having occasional moments of self-pity. This morning I went to get my hair "touched up" (yes, that means exactly what you think it does - I have no idea what my "natural" hair color is at this point!) While I was sitting there with chemicals on my head, I started thinking - gee, this is my last stereophonic experience at the hair salon - poor me. Of course, then someone's child started shrieking and I immediately prayed for instant (albeit temporary) deafness. How do children achieve that nearly ear-drum piercing pitch anyway?

I felt a bit weepy in the car on the way home - and then told myself how completely unproductive I was being. Honestly, when I think about some of the truly terrible things people have to live with, I just want to slap myself! Then again, I am entitled to at least some moments of fear...

So, that makes me wonder - what exactly is it that I am afraid of? Well, I already know I'll be deaf in one ear - but I am afraid of how that will really feel; and afraid I won't handle it as well as I should. And, I am afraid of having problems with facial movement and that, if I do, people might stare at me in public. (I know - so what?) I guess it boils down to be afraid of the unkown - and I am pretty certain that, no matter what happens, once it happens, I'll be okay. That's good to know! And, hell, who wouldn't be at least a little afraid six days before brain surgery?!

Okay, all better now!

Besides, I have a wonderful husband, incredible parents, amazing friends, amusing pets - and a freshly stained deck!

Good to go!