Minus 25 this morning but I was looking fine in my necklace from Emmy. It put a spring in my step. Rae-Anne showed up for a good long coffee and chat in my office and brought beautiful flowers. My new pots arrived and they are even better quality than I hoped.
Finally had my on the phone appointment with my Dr and she is erring on the side of caution and ordering more tests while we wait for my colonoscopy. Another ultrasound and bloodwork to find the source of the intermittent pain and further investigate the mass that showed up on the CT scan. I am continuing my effort to exercise, eat more regularly and drink more water. The Dryish February is going well. Tonight is the first night I really want a drink but that is merely my mood. I feel looked after by her but also just tired of being aware not all is well.
Tonight I learned, on Facebook, that MusicFest is canceled again this year. I feel as though it was the last straw for the week. I have been crying because I miss those friends, that experience, that part of my story, my schedule, my psyche. I missed my 12th and now 13th year of going to the Comox Valley, seeing my peeps and experiencing something unlike anything else in my life. There is nothing that compares in my world to that. I am afraid it will never come back. I did not know it would be the last time I would see them all for such a long time. I am overwhelmed with a fit of selfish, Fuck you Covid, how dare you take this away again. Head is starting to hurt, must refocus…
I need to see this as opportunity to deal with my health at a time when I am usually buried in spreadsheets, organizing names and sending invites to volunteers for crew, getting excited but feeling the pressure. It is a lot during a busy time for bookkeepers. This February is very calm by comparison which is good for stress induced illnesses. I think I am going to add going to bed earlier to my new regimen. I am getting up an hour earlier so it is probably a good idea. I need to protect my mental health as well.
triumphgal 