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miss_lucy21Eh. My body is not really super thrilled with having gone back to work. It pitched an unholy fit yesterday and while today was better, it wasn't spectacular.
I had one of those "oh my God, everything is too much and too hard and I can't" moments. But I took a deep breath, ate something and broke it down. And managed to create salads for lunches this week, breakfast burritos, unfreeze rolls (I really need to make some of my own for the freezer. It's so much cheaper) and unload and reload the dishwasher.
(At the moment, the fix for almost everything is "eat something". I don't know how much I was eating the two weeks I was recovering, but I'm pretty sure it could be classified as "Not Enough". And apparently I'm needing to make up for it now that I'm actually doing things other than watch tv).
Then I went over and hung out with the cat, which demonstrated pretty handily that I've lost some of my cat immunity. When I was living at my parents' house, I stopped reacting to the cat after about, oh, a week or so, even if he got all up in my face. But a year living cat-less meant that when Ari decided he needed to rub his face all over mine, my left eye swelled up and my chin/neck got itchy. Not really a big deal- just uncomfortable- but yeah, I gotta remember to throw my allergy eye drops in my bag, since I'll be over the next couple days. He seems to be handing the separation reasonably well. He's been conked out on the couch both times when I got there and didn't even twitch until I lifted the blanket to make sure I knew where he was (he's been known to get himself into places he can't get out of, so first thing I do is make sure I can lay eyes on the cat). I suspect he'll be waiting for me at the door tomorrow, because it'll be dinner time, instead of mid-afternoon, but at least he's not been upset when I got there, or when I leave (he'd gone off to curl up in a gravy coma when I left today). He wants his snuggles for sure, but he's not prowling around looking for Mom and Dad like he has other times I've done this for them. Part of that, I'm sure, is that he's getting older, but I think he might also have finally grasped the fact that they're going to come back (he came to us with separation anxiety and abandonment issues).
So, busy week this week. Work, then drive out to feed the cat, then church. Although if I can't manage church tomorrow, it's okay. I'd really like to go Tuesday night, because there's a talk afterwards and I need to be there Wednesday, because it's anointing of the sick and I more than count as "the sick" (it's pretty much anyone who wants it, but particularly people with chronic or life-threatening illnesses. Mine double counts). Then I have to be there Thursday night, too, because that starts the Triduum (technically a 3 day liturgy, but it's Thursday night to Sunday morning), and that's all non-negotiable. Fortunately, I won't be on Kitty Detail by then, so it's one less thing on the plate.
I had one of those "oh my God, everything is too much and too hard and I can't" moments. But I took a deep breath, ate something and broke it down. And managed to create salads for lunches this week, breakfast burritos, unfreeze rolls (I really need to make some of my own for the freezer. It's so much cheaper) and unload and reload the dishwasher.
(At the moment, the fix for almost everything is "eat something". I don't know how much I was eating the two weeks I was recovering, but I'm pretty sure it could be classified as "Not Enough". And apparently I'm needing to make up for it now that I'm actually doing things other than watch tv).
Then I went over and hung out with the cat, which demonstrated pretty handily that I've lost some of my cat immunity. When I was living at my parents' house, I stopped reacting to the cat after about, oh, a week or so, even if he got all up in my face. But a year living cat-less meant that when Ari decided he needed to rub his face all over mine, my left eye swelled up and my chin/neck got itchy. Not really a big deal- just uncomfortable- but yeah, I gotta remember to throw my allergy eye drops in my bag, since I'll be over the next couple days. He seems to be handing the separation reasonably well. He's been conked out on the couch both times when I got there and didn't even twitch until I lifted the blanket to make sure I knew where he was (he's been known to get himself into places he can't get out of, so first thing I do is make sure I can lay eyes on the cat). I suspect he'll be waiting for me at the door tomorrow, because it'll be dinner time, instead of mid-afternoon, but at least he's not been upset when I got there, or when I leave (he'd gone off to curl up in a gravy coma when I left today). He wants his snuggles for sure, but he's not prowling around looking for Mom and Dad like he has other times I've done this for them. Part of that, I'm sure, is that he's getting older, but I think he might also have finally grasped the fact that they're going to come back (he came to us with separation anxiety and abandonment issues).
So, busy week this week. Work, then drive out to feed the cat, then church. Although if I can't manage church tomorrow, it's okay. I'd really like to go Tuesday night, because there's a talk afterwards and I need to be there Wednesday, because it's anointing of the sick and I more than count as "the sick" (it's pretty much anyone who wants it, but particularly people with chronic or life-threatening illnesses. Mine double counts). Then I have to be there Thursday night, too, because that starts the Triduum (technically a 3 day liturgy, but it's Thursday night to Sunday morning), and that's all non-negotiable. Fortunately, I won't be on Kitty Detail by then, so it's one less thing on the plate.