Doesn't time fly?!

I swear there is not enough hours in the day to do everything that needs doing. Goodness only knows how I ever worked as well.
Hard to believe that come the end of this month I wouldn't have worked for nearly a year. Where has that year gone I ask?

Probably if I was up and dressed by 9am each morning I might get a bit more done each day, but I like my mornings to start slowly now. I can't see what the mad rush is to start housework can you? It will be there long after we have gone. Besides I haven't sat idle, I have completed a fair bit through out the day today and now I'm shattered.
I think I will have to have an early night tonight, as I just fell asleep on the sofa!

I don't think I actually helped myself by doing a full rehab class without my oxygen pumping up my nostrils. Somehow I had either not turned the oxygen on or caught the button, just shows that my brain is a wee bit skittish at the moment. But either way I did think I was suffering while doing my exercises even before I realised my error. However once I did and owned up to Hannah, I was made to sit down quietly as my heart rate had gone sky high!
Ooops.

I suddenly realised today, that once I get rushed in to Papworth and if the transplant goes ahead, it's going to be a long while before I actually step foot in my bungalow again. I can see now why they said to spend the time getting everything sorted, as I've found today that I've been making lists nonstop. My head is starting to spin now.
I thought the hardest thing was this conundrum of trying to stay positive about the transplant working and getting past the five year mark, while having to sort everything out in case you snuff it! Now I have the extra worry of making sure that everything that needs doing in the bungalow, bills paid, housework all up to date and tidy, deliveries to be paid for and when they are due to arrive, lists of phone numbers for mine and my mother's well being, as we all know that I'm her PA! Are all written down ready for Oliver, Reni and my ex, who will all be looking after my bungalow, to swing into action!
Good gawd all this worrying is a full time profession!
I must go to bed now and tell my Mexican worry dolls some woes... poor little things, I can see their box shaking now!

Lots of love Debbie x