I'm overdosing on reality

Still no word on my mom's condition. Of course, it's still early on Saturday. I don't believe she's had the gastrointestinal tests yet. I must be patient.

But between her issues and my friend's dangerous experience of last week, I'm kinda weary, deep down in my bones. I don't want any of this to be happening. It's all too real. Suddenly life seems terribly fragile and fate seems capricious. And I feel helpless.

So I'm getting a pedicure. It seems like the only logical thing to do.