Things I am preparing for this morning:
My Workout: I made the mistake of logging into work while I was sipping my early morning coffee yesterday. The day turned chaotic, so I was only able to do the first part of my normal hour-long workout during lunch (20 minutes), and then I put off and put off the "hard" part of my workout (40 mins of strength) until 6pm rolled around. I kept saying to myself, "you made a promise to yourself...you made a promise to yourself...keep your promises" and got the damn thing done. So now, I'm sipping my coffee again this morning and prepping for the day. I did check my email already, so no urgent emergencies, but I'm going to do the workout as soon as I get this entry out. Promises, promises!
Girls Trip: The girls trip in June is fast approaching! I am planning and prepping. I gotta find a dog sitter who will take Martini for 5 nights, and I'm working hard on that. I would ask Uncle I (C.'s suicidal brother), but honestly, he's too unstable. I do trust him for a few hours and maybe even one overnight, but not five. So, I got on the Rover app and found someone who looks good. We are doing a test-run next week. I'm also looking up good hikes for the actual trip. It's one of those things - nobody is happy with EVERYTHING, ya know? So I'm working on easy hikes that don't take too long (a couple of us are very early risers and a couple of us aren't). I also have to decline any wine tasting-type events, so again, you can't please everyone. I'm just excited to go. We already have dinner reservations every evening, and a tarot card reader coming to our Airbnb. The house is spectacular - look at those views!! I'm also working on finding a personalized gift for each girl. It has become a thing. We all get everyone something personalized as a keepsake. We have named our group this time the Sedona Six (there are six of us going)
Minor Surgery: Ugh. I know it's no huge deal, but the damn skin cancers keep bumming me out. I am going in on Tuesday morning to have this spot on my right wrist aggressively cut out and stitched together. Again, it's not a big deal for most, but the cancer PTSD hits keep coming. To add insult to injury, I've scheduled a blood draw at a local Quest Diagnostics directly before this procedure because I hate the nurses at my PCP's office. They can't draw blood worth shit. At least not on me. I'm a difficult stick since my veins have all scarred due to overuse. The only people I'm happy to give a blood sample to are the phlebotomists at my oncology office. Alas, I have to have this done, and my doc allowed me to go on my own to a place that specializes in drawing blood, but I'm not looking forward to any of it. I will be self-medicating on this morning. Don't worry - NOT with alcohol! I've got my emotional support Valium handy to use in just these situations. I have never abused this drug, and it works miracles for medical procedures and airline flights.
Okay. There's more, but I need to get rolling. Workout calls!
xox,
GS
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