Nesting

Today I went into what I call my reverse nesting stage. Instead of cleaning and organizing for bringing home baby, it is cleaning and organizing in case you don't come home. It is not that I expect something bad to happen, but if it should, I'd hate to have someone come in and see how dirty my house is. When I first got cancer I made me best friend swear that if Doug called and told her I had died, she’d run right over and clean my house. I mean, if you are laying in your bed dying, the last thing on your mind should be what are people going to think of your messy house, right?

So I cleaned my bathroom. I hate to admit it, and don't tell my mother, (oh yes, she has Alzheimer’s, she won't remember) but I don't do it very often except for those automatic cleaner things. So, instead of obsessing over the thought that tomorrow they are going to stick a very long needle into one of my bones, I’m obsessing over my bathroom, laundry and office desk. Heck, at least I’ll be getting something good out of this medical set back!

Hum, seems I keep thinking of other terms for what’s happening. Is that denial, or a warped sense of humor, you decide:

• medical set back
• blip on my health chart
• revisiting old ills
• health vacation (can mean two things, a health induced vacation or my vacation from health)
• getting the most from your insurance company
• hypochondria debunked
• extreme attention seeking
• and my favorite – no guilt laziness

Jean