Sitting in waiting room, waiting for hubby, who is having eye surgery today.
Sitting in waiting room, waiting for hubby, who is having eye surgery today.
everything seemed to go well. Hubby's napping right now; I think the stress about it was worse than the actual procedure.
Was a pretty quick procedure
I’m having an anxiety attack. Everything makes me anxious these days. Like everything that needs to be done in the house, but I’m supposed to be resting, but I can’t rest while so much is to be done. So I’m stressed about not getting the rest I need and not getting the house work done. So I distract myself with something creative, but I lose interest in that, and start something new instead, but the unfinished thing could well be my very own magnificent octopus, so I should really focus on that, so it’s become a task to complete, even though I’ve lost interest, and the whole point of it was to distract me with something fun.
I also made the mistake of checking my heart rate with my wife’s Fitbit. Nuts.
I'm sorry you're going through that.
This is me to a "T" lately.
And also the key ingredients to mindfulnessMoping, unproductively, round the house.
Listening to the rain patter on the window, the neighbour’s fence banging against its concrete post in the wind, and the low whine of the washing machine.
Giving some small consideration to that pile of washing up,
That’s three things at the same time.
Pulling myself, ripping myself even, from my dankly funk to get myself out the house and in to the car. Got kids to pick up, wife to pick up, groceries to pick up. And maybe some wine.
Good luck with your surgery @Scribble.
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