Testing...1,2,3

Just thinking about the week ahead is making me jittery. I'm a lot calmer when there is absolutely nothing on my agenda. People are going through horrific, tragic circumstances and I'm panicked over a dentist, hair, and mammogram appointment. Shameful. I'm thankful I can afford this care, when others are not so fortunate. But, maybe three appointments in one week was a bad move. Or, if I can conjure up my normally positive-self (which is slightly exhausting right now), this could turn out to be a very good test.

I look forward to reporting back. That's a lie. I'm not looking forward to any of this. But, if my Husband, with Parkinson's Disease, can have his teeth cleaned and travel the world without a moments histiation, I can handle three little appointments too. Right?