Each day gets a bit easier. I know I will always mourn the loss of my mother but I also know it will not be as overwhelming as time goes by. My hair is falling out. Soon enough, I will look as though I have mange. I spent 3 years growing it out and now it’s falling out. What the hell?
I started back to work Wednesday. It’s been hard to focus… of course that could mostly be due to lack of medications. My doctor has been out of town/country forever weeks and weeks and because the medication is so regulated… well, I’ve been out of it. Normally without the help of my little pills, I sleep, sleep, and then sleep some more. But I haven’t even been able to do that.
Returning to work is always hard, at least in my vast personal experience… after vacation or joblessness. Getting back in to the proverbial groove is not easy. I find myself daydreaming (sleeping) a great deal. I keep thinking I’m gonna get busted any second…. Usually it’s that second when you faceplant the desk top and everyone giggles OPENLY LAUGHS.
This morning I was at a symposium that by all rights, was pretty danged boring. It really didn’t pertain to my line of work but I was there for show ‘n tell. I was pretending to take notes so I could sit with my eyes closed. Mistake. I was jarred abruptly awake when my head slipped off my hands and I nearly gave myself a black eye. I rationalized that no one saw me. But I’m guessing at least 1/3 of those in attendance did. Oh well.