The last time I updated this blog (over a month ago, whoops) I mentioned that I was sick and work was crazy. Looking back, that might have been the biggest understatement since the time Bill Clinton uttered “I did not have sexual relations with that woman”. (Sorry 90s kids, I’m on a mid-to-late 90s SNL kick.)
I’ve probably used work being “crazy” for a few missing posts by now. Back when I was in college, I used to think that I’d have so much free time once I was working a “real” job. I was incredibly wrong. I miss having my free time scattered throughout the day – it forced me to get stuff done! Now I get home at the end of the day and am just exhausted. I don’t want to do the dishes or my laundry or clean or work on my blog. It doesn’t help that during the past month, I’d come home from work and just open the laptop and get right back to work from the comfort of my living room. That’s a habit I really need to break.
Why has work been so crazy? Earlier this year, we found out my boss wasn’t going to be coming back from her maternity leave. She had decided to stay home with her newborn son. I don’t blame her at all! Half the time I don’t want to leave Lilly to go to work! But since it was unexpected, we did not have a replacement for her and clearly there were tasks she did that need to be done. We split them up and I somehow wound up with housing selection. Housing selection is not easy. Housing selection is long and painful. Oh – and I didn’t know anything about housing selection going into it. For three weeks, I was working every hour I was awake on every single day – including when I was in Boston! The process is nowhere near done, but now that I know what I’m doing, it’s much easier!
So onto that other part…being sick. When I first wrote that, I had a sore throat. That’s all. My throat had been bothering me in the mornings for about a week prior and coming back to Reading from Joplin made me feel TERRIBLE. I blame the major change in the weather. Eventually I felt so miserable that I went to the doctor – not something I normally do. It turned out that I had strep throat. I was given antibiotics and told to take some time off work, but since it was right at the beginning of housing selection, my “sick days” were really “work from your bed so you don’t contaminate the office” days.
Around this time, I also discovered a lump in my breast. Now, this isn’t the first time this has happened – it happened when I was 16 and 19 and both times I was told it was nothing and that I was just “a growing girl” (which is a big fat lie cause my boobs haven’t changed since ninth grade). But this time it was right where my underwire is and it actually hurt to wear a bra, so I had it checked out. First they did a needle biopsy, but the doctor wasn’t able to get anything because the lump was rock hard, so they scheduled me to have it removed. I don’t like surgery. Or needles. Or getting put under. Or pain. So I really didn’t stop to think “oh hey this could actually be serious” until AFTER my surgery when the doctor said he’d call with the results. Luckily, everything is fine and I’m just “enjoying” my time at home, recovering from surgery.
My plan is to go back to work this week, although I’m not sure when and for how long…sitting at my big computer just to type this isn’t the most comfortable. I’m still super tired and feel like I’ve been kicked in the ribs. My plans for today include taking the dog for a brief walk, looking at my work email, and maybe working on another post or two. Hopefully this is the start of work slowing down and blogging getting back to speed!
My recovery buddy!