An overview of my past week:
Monday--Entering work with my boss looking at me like I had five heads for actually walking in the building. Seriously, he said "Um, what are you doing here?" I just laughed--"I'm scheduled. I don't understand the problem." Being back at work was fun. And there is no sarcasm in that statement.
Tuesday--Allergies absolutely blow. I don't understand the point of them showing up in my life after 24 years (my first known attack) but this year? Awful. The coughing. The eyes. The itchy throat. Woof. I basically have to run out of the building and get another allergy medicine and sleep in order to survive.
Wednesday--It felt like the old days at work and that made me happy. I don't know why it felt that way, or why I really did enjoy it, but it is what it is. That's common though right? Wishing for the past or being happy when things feel back to normal even though it is miles from normal.
As far as my stomach goes, I'm surviving (in my head I said it like Kayne did in that rap song of his---real descriptive right?). I'm not in pain but I don't have my full appetite back. I want to eat all these amazing things but I don't trust my stomach yet. And the fact that these silly steroids have beaten my skin is not my cup of tea. Unfortunately, I have gone back to looking in the mirror and seeing myself as a high school student. Face broken out, which everyone says I'm imagining, and skin and bones? Yeah, hello how I was in high school. But I'm able to eat, so I guess I gotta take whatever the consequences are I guess.
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