Panic on the streets of London... February 23, 2023
It isn't that cold this morning (33ish outside), but I am cold. My fingers specifically. I am starting to get pretty stressed out about surgery and what they will find. I think the entire thing is starting to get into all aspects of my life. I don't want to just hide for 2 weeks, but I am really not sure what I am supposed to do.
I pretty much hate my job. I am not totally sure why which is probably why I should give it until after I have returned from disability recovery to make any specific decisions. My problem is I don't really know what I want to do. Sometimes I like working on the technology items, but other times I really don't. I don't think anyone will pay you to stare at a wall or desk. Maybe they'll pay me to search my brain trying to think of that one word that has just escaped me for 5 minutes. I love the chemo brain. I really do have to force myself to start doing things that require my to think so that I force my brain back into shape.
Well - unfortunately, I need to get ready so I have to make breakfast, snacks for work, and then get ready to head out.
I love you all!
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