I made a few small car trips today. Less than three miles each time, enough to convince me I can drive to work next week. "To work????", you ask. "I thought you were going to take it easy." Yes, I know. I have (as my friend pointed out last night) a bazillion hours of sick leave. But here's my dirty secret. I love my job. Are there days I wish I could stay home? Sure. Are there days I go to work and hate it? You bet. But I am a very lucky person. I have a very fulfilling career, and I feel like the world is a better and safer place because I go to work every day. To quote one of my favorite musicians (who is singing about his own job), "Our jobs are all jobs and sometimes they suck. I love what I do and I've had pretty good luck." I'm doing plenty of work at home, but I want to be there, in the middle of the fray. Fortunately, one of my best friends works with me, and I know he won't let me do too much. Sometimes being my friend takes a lot of work. But it's worth it. I think.
One of my trips was a brief shopping stint to buy some new work clothes. I needed some things that would be comfortable right now, appropriate for work, and still wearable when the swelling is down, my incisions are healed, and I lose some weight. (That's me - always the optimist.) I am now officially ready for work. At least, ready to dress for work.
The rest of the day was spent reading a book and eating sushi - my kind of day. I guess tomorrow is my last official day of rest. After that is weekend (and a concert) and then back to work. I am really looking forward to getting back to life. At least, I am right now. Ask me again next Tuesday.
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