My Sweet Boy.

Surgery next Friday for my sweet pup.  Could be a malignant growth.  Won't know until removal and pathology.  My heart is sad and worried and a little broken.  Praying hard it's a benign growth.  Odds aren't promising.

Trying to push it out of my mind until we know more.  Worry could be for nothing.

Lordy, I wanted to open a bottle of wine, slice up some cheese and fall face first into a salted caramel cupcake.  I didn't.  But I want wanted to.  I guess a victory that I didn't and I really didn't even come close.  I just knew I couldn't.  I'd feel 10x worse if I did and the slippery slope would be too much to handle.

Got to say ... STRESS is building for me.  Between work, my sweet pup and all the usual suspects, I'm stressing.  (Got a big old reminder on my lip!)  And my tooth hurts.  The "sensitive" one ... it's throbbing.  Root canal in my future??

I'm tired of handling thing after thing.  I know these are not big problems (except my sweet dog), but the relentless conveyor belt of crap is getting old. (I need this stupid cold sore gone ... it's sticking around and pissing me off.)  I want my back to be better.  I want my knee to be better.  I want my sweet boy to be well.  I want to be done with stressing about leaving work.

Ugh.  Well enough of the pity party (I'll have another tomorrow as I move into my call weekend - got to pace myself.)

Tabata/yoga mix tomorrow.  Yoga studio offered a great deal today on the year unlimited membership.  I signed up.  When I leave work, I'll have lots of availability to do the classes.  Progress on my fitness changes.

Lunch tomorrow with a friend.  Grocery store (lol) and some baking for my eldest and his girlfriend (she's coming Friday).

I need to think happy thoughts for my sad heart.

He is an amazing love.  I adore him.  Please be well sweet boy.