Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 227 lbs.

I am writing this at 7:00 am as I work late today, and want to finish my saga from yesterday. Plus, Tom and I went into major meltdown mode last night, and crawled into bed as soon as we finished dinner, and ignored the phone (sorry, Debbie et. al!), our favorite show (House!), the cats who were clamoring for attention, and the fact that we both still had things to do. However, Tom was hurting inside and out from his procedure, and stress had put me into a funky state of achiness and exhaustion.

Unfortunately, we both only slept fitfully, and I am aware that Tom got up several times through the night complaining of Gerd and other problems, and continuing to feel poorly despite the ibuprophen he took before bed. I had to check when I arose to be sure that he actually had left for his bus run this morning, as I feared that he may have died through the night and in my exhaustion, slept right through it! I was relieved that he had already left, but worry how he is feeling. I seem to have made a full recovery, although last night I swore that I was coming down with the plague, given how horrible I felt. Now I just need to gear up for a long and likely stressful day at my existing job, and I will likely talk to my supervisor about yesterday’s interview, as well. He and I meet at the end of the day, and I want to keep lines of communication clean and honest.

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