“What’s inside the box? Pain.”
Thank you for all your emails and calls yesterday! I completely understand most everyone doesn’t know what to say and that’s more than fine. Just telling us you’re praying for us is wonderful.
Unless you’ve been through this yourself, you need a medical degree to understand most of this stuff. Seriously. So we’re not expecting anyone to.
I am happy to announce that my emotions have leveled out and I’m feeling 150% better. I also realized last night that part of my loneliness is completely normal for this time of year. We’re about half-way through marching season which is the time EVERY YEAR that I start to feel like there’s a third person in my marriage.
Band.
Really, you can circle the date on the calendar from now until retirement. Which for Chris, who loves to work, will be sometime in the year 2062. If you need to find me then, I’ll be sitting on the back porch of our beach house. Alone.
Anyway, that single realization improved things significantly. However by the time that Ah-ha moment hit, it was after 9:00 pm and thus, the day was a total loss.
Today, I am experiencing another joyful side effect of the drugs. Pain.
Thankfully, I still have my heating pad at the office from the last time I strained my back. I look ridiculous sitting here in my black sweater set and khaki slacks (no suit, the boss is traveling) with a baby blue flannel belt looking thing wrapped around me.
And you know what? I so don’t care.
Oh, and the answer is Dune.
Thank you for all your emails and calls yesterday! I completely understand most everyone doesn’t know what to say and that’s more than fine. Just telling us you’re praying for us is wonderful.
Unless you’ve been through this yourself, you need a medical degree to understand most of this stuff. Seriously. So we’re not expecting anyone to.
I am happy to announce that my emotions have leveled out and I’m feeling 150% better. I also realized last night that part of my loneliness is completely normal for this time of year. We’re about half-way through marching season which is the time EVERY YEAR that I start to feel like there’s a third person in my marriage.
Band.
Really, you can circle the date on the calendar from now until retirement. Which for Chris, who loves to work, will be sometime in the year 2062. If you need to find me then, I’ll be sitting on the back porch of our beach house. Alone.
Anyway, that single realization improved things significantly. However by the time that Ah-ha moment hit, it was after 9:00 pm and thus, the day was a total loss.
Today, I am experiencing another joyful side effect of the drugs. Pain.
Thankfully, I still have my heating pad at the office from the last time I strained my back. I look ridiculous sitting here in my black sweater set and khaki slacks (no suit, the boss is traveling) with a baby blue flannel belt looking thing wrapped around me.
And you know what? I so don’t care.
Oh, and the answer is Dune.
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