I came to a realization the other day. If I don't stop and think about it, if I quite simply don't have the time to stop and think about it ... then I can't possibly be stressed. I was driving to work on Friday when this thought suddenly struck me. Kind of a variation of 'outta sight, outta mind', I suppose. No time, don't think about it ... ergo, it just ain't so.
Mom is the hospital. She went in Tuesday and I really have no idea at all how long she will be there. Then again, neither do the doctors. First, they will have to figure out what the heck is wrong. And at the rate that's going, she may just be there awhile.
It seems so unfair. Yes, I realize nobody ever said that life was fair. But after going through such a rough time, it was really like a miracle when things got so much better for her. And now this. Add in the fact that we really don't know whether this is some relatively simple thing they will figure out or if it will turn out to be something more serious ... nope, not fair. I suppose I could try to look at it that at least we had a good few weeks.
I felt bad for the Blue Jay yesterday. I convinced her sister to ask her to go for a walk so I could get her birthday presents wrapped before the party. They weren't gone very long before I heard the Blue Jay come in the door sounding rather upset. Apparently they hadn't went much more than 20 feet before she started saying that she was scared. Scared to go for a walk. That the man would come back. Her sister tried to calm her down, convince her that it was okay and keep her walking but that didn't work too well. The poor kid loves to walk so I do feel bad for her. Of course, on the other hand, it's not like I really want her walking very much anymore either.
Yup, it was the Blue Jay's birthday. Hard to believe she is now ... 15!!
15 and 12 ... is it any wonder I feel stressed?!