Today I have a day off. For some reason I'm feeling a little down and I can't figure out why exactly. I think perhaps this biopsy stuff has gotten me a little upset. It's not like I really think there is something wrong with me ... I don't ... I just hate the speculation and the appointments and the checking and poking. I makes me remember why I just stopped paying attention to all this about 4 years ago.
I have the day ahead of me and I don't know what I'm going to do just yet. I phoned Teresa but she wasn't home. As I was dialing her phone number I remembered that this is her coffee morning. So I'm here in front of the computer deciding what I'm going to do next. I really think I should go to the gym and get on the treadmill for a little training for that 60km walk. Maybe that's what I'll do.
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