so i survived the whirlygig affair. i must say, recuperation is taking a lot longer than i figured. part of that is probably because of all the end0metri0sis that had to get "removed". they don't tell you that til afterwards -- especially if they don't expect it going in -- but removal of that shit means **burning** it away. so needless to say, my innards haven't been the happiest of campers.
but yesterday marked 2 weeks since the big day, and i was able to eek out a normal work schedule this week, thanks to the happy pills. i thought i could go back earlier and believe me, i was mistaken. but thank god for barely enough borrowed-PTO time and aforementioned pills.
other than feeling better physically, honestly what i can't wait for is having the mental and emotional energy to write. well, you know -- funnies. because this post's my creative limit for now, and i get how sad that is. :-p
so here's to chortles next week! man, i love that word. CHORTLES.
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About Me
- heather
- i am occasionally naughty. i also have a PhD in Corn Dog Procurement, with an emphasis in Curly Fries.
3 comments:
Welcome back! Glad to hear you are recovering at least, if not as quickly as you hoped. And yes, thank goodness for happy pills.
And yes, chortles is a terrirfic word. It ranks right up there with serendipity. Back in the 1940's (I think), it used to be common to compliment someone with the expression, "Orchids to you." Now, I say, Chortles to you!
oh, what fun. chortles to you!
I'm all for happy pills. And chortles. And orchids, for that matter. I'm easy-going like that.
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