Slogging Along

I managed to drag myself in and make an appearance at work for a few hours, and do some things that needed to be done in person. I felt like I was drunk, and not in a good way, more like I had been forced to down a quart of hard liquor and then march 5 miles.

Tomorrow I’ll feel worse, probably, and will work from home. Monday is a holiday and Tuesday is the next chemo, so I won’t be going back for a week unless there’s an “emergency”. (Yeah right, is someone bleeding? Oh you didn’t get your software? boo hoo.)

I do have a bunch to do tomorrow for work. I will get it done much easier if I don’t have to drive over there.

I heard through someone who doesn’t even work in my department that they are not displeased with my work so woo hoo. It’s almost like feedback. I also got an instant message out of the blue from the big boss, excusing me from the annual department meeting, which is the day after a chemo. So I was not going. So thanks for saving me from asking someone. I’ve not heard from him for literally years. He didn’t say hi, you’re welcome, or bye, either. What a geek. But I’m amazed he thought of it at all. Anyway woo hoo I hate those meetings.