I feel better when I write; I always have.  My emotions are never sorted out until I put it down into words which for many doesn't make sense but for me it's a true reality.

An appearance by the mean blood work lady from the first time occurred when I went in on Thursday.  The whole drawing though took five seconds so I guess I can't complain.  Her charm was still lacking but I wonder if that's due to years of working with people or if she just isn't a very nice person.  I just hope from now on Helen is always there when I get my blood drawn.

I returned to work on Thursday but the real return was on Friday.  12-7 I worked yesterday which is a miserable shift to begin with but I did it.  I was with my amazing coworkers again and had a beautiful cake waiting for me.  I have pictures on my phone, but I have not sent them to my computer so I will show the cake later.  Mare made it for me and it had my most favorite funfetti cake plus chocolate.

For anyone who is curious, bowling is not a good thing with a recovering blood clot leg.

And I'm beyond bummed this is the first time in four? years that I have not spent my best friend, other half birthday with her.  I wish I was in Boston like I could not explain.  I really hope she is enjoying herself