Silk Pajamas

I have never been one for the "high end" pajama items. Who cares? I sleep in them, spill soup on them, I don't even want to care about them. 

High end shoes, scarves, jewelry.... none of that has ever intrigued me. 

But today, that changed. After lying around for 7 days in my pajamas. Yep, the flannel ones with holes, the ones that bind in places that require me to wrestle them from around my legs, so I can get up. The ones with the top that is too short, so my skin touches the cold sheets when I finally go to bed. Those pajamas. 

That is what I have lived in since "My Emergency Room Day".

All that changed today. I went on line and found"the best silk pajamas" website. Yes, there is a place where you can find out what "mulberry bush silk" feels like, and the difference between mulberry and  raspberry silk. You can find buttery, or velvety or silky with a sheen. It is truly amazing what I have been missing. 

So I didn't buy one pair for sleeping, I bought three pair. One for sleeping, one for lounging all day, one to wash when the other two are being used. I, who has slept years in old T-shirts, is now watching the delivery trucks drive by, hoping it is the arrival of my silk pajamas. 

I have decided, no matter how long this dis-ease takes, I'm fighting this battle in silk. Nice silk, soft, buttery, shiny silk, with pockets, every day. 

I am also waiting for the biopsy results. I had a endometrial biopsy to rule out cancer several days ago. It takes several days to get results. I can see that the results are in. I cannot open the file, they want a physician to tell me the news. That sounds bad. 

My silk pajamas arrive before my biopsy results. So I am ready for whatever is next. 

Nothing happens, no calls, no texts, no results yet.  

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