I haven’t been feeling well the past few days. Come to find out I missed 3 dosages of my medications. I have just been dealing with so much stuff that I forgot to take care of myself. I got a lot of sleep the past few days, but not the feel good kind, more like the kind where I do not want to crawl out of bed or deal with anyone because I just want to cease to exist under a rock or something.
Tonight I am packing up my daughter because she is heading out for two weeks at camp in the morning. I am nervous as hell about this, but I will not let her know that I am nervous or see that I am nervous for her. I know she is nervous enough in her own right, so I am playing it cool. The cool cat momma. But inside I am screaming. Anxiety is bad.
He doctor cleared her to go, but still I am scared.
I know I am doing the right thing in letting her go, I actually think that it will be good for her.
I just keep telling myself she will be fine. We have things set in place for her. Like she will be rooming with one of her best friends, and she will be in the same group at camp with her. Also her superior here in her group is at camp, and she knows the situation and is there for her if she needs someone.
I explained to her that if she was not well or something she can just go and tell her that she does not feel well, and she will understand what she means.
The thing is, this camp is out of province. Its not like she is an hour away and I can go and get her. It will not be possible to come home on short notice if something happens.
But with that being said if something happens arrangements will be made for her to come home, or whatever is needed. It is not completely bad.
I have the confidence that she will be fine, so why do I feel so much anxiety over this?