I'm sure most of you signed up to be donors that week, if you hadn't already, right??
So I'm realizing that I'm definitely losing my mind. Here are 3 recent examples:
1. I am sitting in the wheelchair with Griffin on my lap. My head spins around and I blurt out frantically "Where's Griffin?"
2. I talked to Shay today on the computer (she's 8) and I say, "Why aren't you in school?" It's summer.
3. I have consistently thought throughout the day that it's Sunday. Even though Sunday was only 2 days ago.
I've decided that it's official and I will commence the search for my intelligence. If you find it, I will give you 1 tall blonde with hazelnut and 15 red skittles.
Today I was reminded of how precious life is. We are all lucky to have lived for as long as we have. We all will be extremely lucky to live another day, another week, another month, etc. Life is too short for regret and hate, too short for what if's and I wish I would have's.
Make sure if you haven't told someone you loved them, do it right now...I'll wait.
If you've been too scared to speak up for yourself, do it. Your coolness will go up a level.
And if you've always dreamed of dressing up like a donkey and running up and down the streets - don't wait. Do it today.
I will not lie. The truth is, I'm not scared of the surgery, but what I am scared of is all the scarey stuff that can happen surrounding lung transplants. I am 98.9% positive that everything will be fine, but there are moments when I think of what can go wrong and of some online blogs/journals I've read that didn't end well.
And then I remember that I'm invincible and nothing can stop me. I'll unleash my crazy mixed martial arts skills (I learned these in a dream once) and "pound and ground" any bacteria/viruses/other complications standing in my way.
I would expect you to do the same. Here is how:
I tried to clean today without wearing oxygen. The tubing can get in the way and wrap itself around absolutely everything in it's path. Good times. However, as soon as I started I realized there was no way I would accomplish anything without it. For some reason cleaning, breathing like Darth Vader and then my head smashing into the floor doesn't sound like a fun Sunday...ahem...Tuesday.
I'm very good at procrastinating, which is great as it allows me to go at a pathetically slow pace and save lung power. For example, as I was cleaning, I was also talking to my fantastical friend Jackie.
Jacks, do you realize we talked for over an hour??!!
I forgot to tell a park story from yesterday! Holy mother. Okay, so we are all standing around (me sitting) talking, when a man walked up to our group and asked for money. This is not abnormal in Toronto, but what happened next was shocking.
The man was smoking. John asked the man to please move away as I was sitting there with oxygen. Smoking guy grunted and turned away to leave. All of a sudden he turns back and flicks the cigarette in my direction.
I caught on fire, exploded and burned to the ground. Then I magically reappeared with brand new lungs.
That, or Hilda stomped the cigarette out.
I'd like to go with the former.
We're going to go back to the theatre as it's $5 Tuesdays! We really know how to live life on the edge.