Closing in on the end of two weeks with my siblings in town. My brother and nephews left Tuesday morning (8/10). My oldest and youngest sisters leave today (8/13) - this morning and this evening, respectively. My second sister leaves tomorrow morning (8/14), but, she'll be back next week, well, up in Irvine, to watch her daughter (my niece #3, Micah) swim three events in the Pan Pacific meet.
I love talking about the good old days with my siblings. It's one thing to talk about it with my parents or with my siblings on the phone, but it's a totally different experience when we are all together laughing about the dumb things we did when we were little. Of course with family gatherings goes a lot of eating. I'm so tired of eating. I think the only thing I could bother myself to eat right now, since I'm soooooo stuffed, is frozen yogurt. I don't think I could eat anything else. So bummer that they all have to go home sometime, but I think my digestive track will be a lot happier since it won't be working overtime from all the food I've been cramming down my mouth the past two weeks.
So, that leaves me a little over two weeks to get myself ready to return to work. They leave and I have to go back to work. I wonder if I'll be able to work full days. If I get my sleeping pattern down I bet I could do it. September 1st, I believe, is a Wednesday. A run club day, no less. Good thing the Labor day holiday is a few days after my return. I'm sure there will be a lot that I'll have to catch up on at work. In my email exchanges with my boss, she has told me that there have been some structural changes within our dept, and of course the programmers have been waiting for me to return to look at the revamped version of the databases I manage.
Am I ready for all of this?, to return to the rest of my 'normal' life? To face all the questions people will have - the prying "Where have you been for the past couple of months?" questions, the "Oh, you have cancer" pity looks and querries.... all the questions and comments I have been safe from for three and a half short months? Hopefully my scar will be a lot less visible, or maybe I can put concealer on it. Then again, I don't have to tell everyone my story because that does belong to me. I don't have to share anything with anyone I don't want to share with. Sadly, there are still some people I'd rather kick really hard in the nuts (or face) than divulge my whereabouts for the past couple of months.
aw, I cried on the way home. There was so much more I wanted to do while I was there, more stuff with you in particular. I think I was so discouraged by the way things played out, it kinda sucked that we didn't have that much time together. I missed staying up late with everyone and really laughing about stupid things. We didn't do that this time, not all together. There is always next time, I suppose, but I hate wasting opportunities.
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