It is December 2025 already! I am almost two years into retirement. Time is moving FAST! I have been traveling more in the second year. In fact, I have been home only 10 days since September 10, and I left today for 12 days.
I had initially planned to go to North Carolina to watch my son’s dob from December 3 through the 27th, while he and his fiancée were in New Zealand. I had confided in her my iron issues and asked her not to inform Jordan. I was hoping they could adjust the schedule so I could get back on time for infusions. She and I had a schedule that worked, and I adjusted the infusions one week to return on the 22nd instead of the 27th of December.
They called me a few days after we made the arrangement and said they cancelled the plans, and I only need to watch the dog from December 8 through 12. So we adjusted the flight to be December 3 through the 12th. I was surprised, but they made the choice.
On Sunday, my son texted me about my Iron issues. Looks like she did not keep it confidential as requested! He is so busy and, like me, tends to over-worry. Since there is nothing he can do, I was not going to mention it. We both know worry is a useless emotion, getting wrapped up in emotions for something we have no control over or impact on. Now I will worry that he is worrying! So stupid, but that is our genetics.
For a week now, I have been weighing myself daily upon waking and diligently tracking nutrition. It is odd, even though I have averaged 40 minutes a date working out, my weight fluctuated between 306 and 310 pounds. I have had emotional ups and downs with the scale. Tomorrow will be the last day I step on the scale until I return from North Carolina.
My mom seems to be getting worse. I called her and asked if she wanted me to pick her up for Christmas shopping. She said she did not want to go out, so I stayed in. She called an hour later and asked where I was. I told her she had declined my offer to pick her up, and she said she thought I was coming. While she seems fine with her normal routine, I wonder when her level of care will increase. The longer we wait, the better.
After I return for the infusions, I head to Nashville for 10 days to watch Shelley’s four grandkids with her. The parents are going to Cabo. When I return, I look forward to a few weeks of recharge. There may be a chance I will fly to North Carolina for two weeks in late January and February to babysit the dog, but I will see what their schedules require.
Carry on my friends, carry on!
