August 24, 2015- Rolling Chair Stupidity

So while I shuffled about the hallways with turtle speed and remained in a seated position at all costs, I put in a 9 hour work day by working a little when I got home. Now before you guys scold me as I know you told me to take it easy, I compromised by maintaining very low physical demands by staying put at my desk, but achieved a very high productive output. I honestly was on a roll and feel better for the accomplishment as a to-do list can feel overwhelming in and of itself. I honestly felt amazing from an emotional perspective, after having the scaredy-cat jitters when first arriving, so I know it was through your prayers once again that I fared so well in this super busy day. I'm keeping track- that's like Score #7 for you guys. I know I will crash and burn super early tonight, but I feel so great for having done so well on my first day back and knocking a ridiculous amount of bullet points off my to-do list. And it helped a ton having all the "welcome back" visits I received along the way. It really does give me a mental boost.

The day started with me standing in my closet scolding myself for not having thought about clothing the night before when I wasn't feeling rushed. I'm so in tune with pajamas right now after having made them my best friend for the last 15 days that I had not thought through the bra and the appropriate clothing that will incorporate the bra successfully hidden underneath while also being something I can easily put on. So I stood there, and stood there, and stood there starring at it's contents with little clue as to where to begin. It really is a struggle. Not everything "works" right now. And you really want something super flowy/non-constrictive for the impostors. Boob 1 isn't a problem per say, but Boob 3.0 has it's challenges until the incision is completely intact and steri-strips removed. I'm to remove the steri-strips when they start pulling up at the edges. Well gosh darn it, if they aren't stuck on like Gorilla Glue! Not even the slightest lift of an edge. Ron did remove the very bottom last night because we really wanted to get a look at the incision itself to see if it was mending as intended, and low and behold if that was a steri strip that was actually below the incision, put on for good measure I guess. As I've said before. If Lead Plastic Surgeon is anything at all, it's conservative- so he steri-stripped and steri-stripped until his heart was content. Case and Point. Note to self: Perform the clothing tonight before going to bed.

Following the closet spectacle, I successfully navigated the ~20 mile commute from here to there. Successful in that I arrived safe and sounds as did those driving in front of or behind me kind enough to not honk your horn. At one point, I did have to recall which way to turn (I was going the back way to avoid interstate traffic) and I may or may not have sat at a stop sign for tad too long for the liking of the minivan behind me. It wasn't lost on me that she simply was trying to get her little ones to their first day of school and I was inhibiting the peacefulness of that road trip. (Best wishes Joey Jr and Susie Lou, I hope you had a terrific day despite my delaying you!) But all and all, I arrived in a reasonable time frame and maybe no one even picked up on my delinquencies. As with being stared at in the produce aisle, it was probably all in my head and Ms. Minivan Driver didn't even give me a second glance.

The faux pas of the day....dropping my pen on the floor and almost falling out of the rolling chair when trying to bend over without squishing the boob to pick it up. I successfully stayed in the chair but only after apply the grip of death to the right arm rest to keep my butt in the chair and off the floor while exuding a super loud yelp of  somehow tasteful exclamation (Sorry, Leigh and Ivra,  my delightful cubical neighbors, I hope it didn't result in a spilled coffee for you or a startle induced slightly tinkled on pants! And by the way thank you< Leigh< for the welcome back wishes, they did my soul well). Workman's comp probably doesn't apply to rolling-chair-stupidity, huh? I was not successful however in getting my pen off the floor. Luckily, I had a spare. The pen certainly adds some color to the mundane office carpet, right? It will be there ready for pick up next month when I need it.

Super accomplished and hoping it will transcend into tomorrow without negative consequence. And here's to keeping myself off the floor! Clink!