Normal For The Day

I’ve only told a couple of people so far about my upcoming surgery and why it needs to be done, and I know I’ll have to let the rest of the family and my friends know soon – but I’m not sure if I’m gonna go out of my way to do that today. I’d kinda like to brush it out of my thoughts for the better part of today, and maybe just put on some music and do some cleaning and then maybe working on some paperwork later tonight. Especially now that I know there isn’t going to be some huge rush to get me onto an operating table.

I’ve already talked to my friend Jim about it, especially since we’ve got a concert planned in October, and have been talking about maybe doing a “bucket list” type trip to Las Vegas for the past several years. I’m not letting the current news change my plans for my plans, but it’s better to talk all that stuff out rather than just acting like it could never become a variable to consider. The Millersport Sweet Corn Festival is going on this week and weekend, and he’s going to be there tomorrow – so I’m gonna try to go up there and hang out at least for a bit. Throughout the years, since we went to school there, the SCF has been something we’ve always tried to hit together… a little less regularly in the past decade or so, but it’s nice to have that “traditional” thing when we’re able to pull it off.

But yeah, even though I’m going to try and avoid tackling it with folks today, I do think I’m gonna stop at some point during the day and sit down here at the laptop and type up a summary of the whole situation in a detailed but brief-as-possible way, that way I can just copy and paste it into the emails and messages that I’m going to directly send to some people, and then maybe an alternate version for Facebook if I feel like the information is starting to seep into my social media stuff as a side effect of privately letting people know.

Before I even really knew what was going on with my own stuff, I spent a lot of time talking to a friend of mine who had to reveal her “scary stuff” to her friends and family… and she said what she experienced was about what you’d assume. When most people are hit with scary sounding potentially sad news, their thoughts instantly turn to worst-case scenarios. šŸ˜” So it’s probably not gonna matter how optimistic, hopeful, confident, and determined that I am when I tell people, they’re still just gonna see “dead man walking” until they fully process it all. I get it, I do I mean, it’s hard to know or control how you’re gonna react to something like that when it’s someone you care about… but it’s gonna be hard to keep my head up if everyone else keeps hanging theirs. šŸ˜•

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