Necessary Mutilation

I hurt so much I find myself parking closer and closer to the entrance door to work — even if this means taking maintenances’ spot or one of the visitor’s only spots.  Usually I am militant about others who park in places like handicapped, but today again I am just shy of doing so myself.

I limp through another very painful and stressful work day, resigning myself that I won’t be done before today is out and definitely need to come in on Monday to finish up.  Right now the thought of disorder and chaos in my work and personal life is more distasteful then the surgery itself.  I already so wish to be back home post operatively and be able to fuss with and about household tasks and other matters that my skin is crawling from anxiety.

At 6:00 I finally reach my end point and meet with up my supervisor Kevin to walk out together.  Only to find we have been locked in by the cleaning lady and after several attempts to trigger the electronic system to no avail, must exit 47 miles away out the main entrance and then half way around the world to where our cars are parked.

I’m sure glad I parked close!