Arriving at work half hour late, eggnog pumpkin spice latte in hand, I pull out my seat and start up my computer. Outlook says, “112 new messages,” and four days of work to attack. I am happy to be living. I am happy to be working. I am…. happy.
Update on me. I had a mediastinosopy on Thursday of last week. They are still trying to rule out Lymphoma, and make a definite diagnosis of sarcoidosis. Either way, I’m happy to be here, sincerely. I look like the losing end of a knife fight, but alas, just in time for Halloween. I have my own special FX make up going.
The last four days have whipped by like a breeze. I’ve been doing a lot of writing in my stories; which is always a wonderful way to spend sick days.