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Mind drifting in weird directions.

Friday after work I went to a wake for my cousin's father in law. He did in FL and her and her husband had to make all the arrangements for the wake and funeral while driving on the road. To add to her stress her father who is in a nursing home is now being moved to a hospice.

When she called me she was trying to be strong for her husband to lean on and at the same time call people to get everything in place. As well as emotionally deal with what was going on with her father.

My sisters and I got food together for the family after the wake on friday. And I help get the food together on Saturday at the Church.

Strangely enough even though I had no signs of AF that is what came to mind. So while I am serving chicken to people my mind started drifting in a way that is weird even for me.
I was thinking of my cycle and started counting from October 6 last day of AF last visit.

I know that I have a D & C the first week of december . I also know that my cycle has been messed up for months. But I really wanted to get some sense of normalcy to my routine. I guess that I will have to wait until after December to get any sense of normalcy since after the procedure I am expected to bleed for 14 days more or less.

It was just weird to be thinking about when AF will start when my usual routine is to avoid the visit at all cost.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Welcome to the jungle...

I will only start to worry when you start speaking to me in accronyms that I understand...LOL.
Kami said…
I'm afraid that is not strange at all with your new focus. Hope normalcy strikes soon.

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