My restful healing time off is over and I head back to the office tomorrow morning. After 2 1/2 weeks of sleeping until I woke up, the clock will rudely awaken me at 5:30am. Tessie and I have gotten used to not hearing the clock, and I’m not sure which of us will be most deeply asleep when the assault comes. She’s going to miss me lots, as I will her.
But I’m getting bored at home, and lonely. I only had one visitor while on my leave and although I’ve talked to plenty of people by phone, email and Twitter, it’s just not the same as face to face people contact. I’m guessing that close to 1/2 of the day tomorrow will be spent checking in with people and seeing how much stuff piled up in anticipation of my return.
I feel a little as though I’m in high school. What will I wear? What will I do for lunch? What if I forget my password(s)? What if no one likes me? Well, okay, that one isn’t really an issue. But still. What will I wear? I’ve lost 12 lbs since I was there last, and have clothes for it being colder but not so much for the 50’s. But I want to show off a little and not go in on day one wearing ultra-baggy clothes. We’ll see.
Food will be a little tricky. I’m eating small bits 5-6 times a day and am bringing some of those teeny Glad plastic bowls so I can divide up some yogurt from the dining hall (I know they have some I can eat) so I can split it into different “meals”. Tomorrow is the first day of Category Two, which means I can add fish to the menu, but it makes sense to try it at home first before bringing tuna to work, in case my body has problems.
As for the passwords, well, I’m hoping finger memory will bring them back when I need them.