Why so serious...?

So, my stomach has been hurting the last couple of evenings. This is my body's way of notifying me I'm stressed out. When I mentioned this to my family, they appeared surprised and asked, "whatcha stressing about?" Oh, let me see.... my car was picked up because someone (not me) forgot to pay the loan... my grandmother passed away... a dear friend was admitted into the hospital after another round of complications, infections, something from her mastectomy at the end of January... I'm needing to step back into a leadership role on a committee at church from which I've been trying to ease away from for the last nine months. All this on top of general day-to-day things like having two teenagers, the house being a complete mess as we rearrange furniture, my spouse out of town for three days.

I think the stress kicker has been worry about my friend and her situation. She already had to go back to surgery due to complications and had a major infection. She lives alone and is stubbornly refusing any assistance other than cards, phone calls and food. When she went to the ER last Saturday afternoon, the hospital was so full it wasn't until 10PM SUNDAY EVENING that a bed could be found for her. The bright news (from our minister) is that the doctors are certain my friend will recover. There is still concern as there are multiple issues at work, but the situation is not mortal. And for that I am grateful.

This Friday night is a girls' night out with the Dinners For Nine ladies. I am so looking forward to relaxing with the girls. We're actually staying in as one of the ladies has broken her knee (she lost in a confrontation with some dogs at the bark park), so we're descending upon her home to do fondue and chick flicks.

¡Hasta pronto, mis amigos!

~N