Only a week in? Really?
You know, 2025, after last year, being better was not a high bar to have to clear. And yet, you seem to be doing your best to be little more than a shitty continuation.
We're still both quite sick. On the mend, I hope, but Wiccy had a bit of a relapse tonight, and that's not filling me with confidence. I ended up taking the first two days of the new year off (which means I won't get paid for New Year's Day). I spent most of those two days in bed sleeping. I didn't even eat. Me, not eat for two whole days! Hell, I haven't even had a Pepsi since New Year's Day! Since then, I've had trouble sleeping, and in the little bits of time I do sleep, my subconscious has been behaving like a real prick. I've had anxiety dreams that have been real pains in the ass, figuratively speaking. And waking up does me no good, because as soon as I fall back asleep, I resume the dreams, which is incredibly rare for me. I'm not sure why I'm punishing myself like this!
And I've returned to work, which has also been super fun. We had a winter storm blow through Sunday night and into Monday. I didn't even try with my car; I just took the bus in yesterday and today. Yesterday was a Level 2 Snow Emergency in the county, so there were very few of us who bothered to show up. I wouldn't have if I hadn't already used two days of PTO. Having been gone for two weeks and not having anyone around to tell me what was going on, I just did what I could and hoped for the best. Took me over five minutes just to remember my password! Today was a little better, as most folk were back, but I'm still sick and slow. My appetite is only slowly returning. But I am drinking plenty of water, so there's one little mark for the positive's column.
This is not how I wanted to begin the year. And I'm really, really hoping that it is not going to end up being indicative of how the rest of this year will turn out. 'Cuz I can already say, I don't think I can handle that at all!
We're still both quite sick. On the mend, I hope, but Wiccy had a bit of a relapse tonight, and that's not filling me with confidence. I ended up taking the first two days of the new year off (which means I won't get paid for New Year's Day). I spent most of those two days in bed sleeping. I didn't even eat. Me, not eat for two whole days! Hell, I haven't even had a Pepsi since New Year's Day! Since then, I've had trouble sleeping, and in the little bits of time I do sleep, my subconscious has been behaving like a real prick. I've had anxiety dreams that have been real pains in the ass, figuratively speaking. And waking up does me no good, because as soon as I fall back asleep, I resume the dreams, which is incredibly rare for me. I'm not sure why I'm punishing myself like this!
And I've returned to work, which has also been super fun. We had a winter storm blow through Sunday night and into Monday. I didn't even try with my car; I just took the bus in yesterday and today. Yesterday was a Level 2 Snow Emergency in the county, so there were very few of us who bothered to show up. I wouldn't have if I hadn't already used two days of PTO. Having been gone for two weeks and not having anyone around to tell me what was going on, I just did what I could and hoped for the best. Took me over five minutes just to remember my password! Today was a little better, as most folk were back, but I'm still sick and slow. My appetite is only slowly returning. But I am drinking plenty of water, so there's one little mark for the positive's column.
This is not how I wanted to begin the year. And I'm really, really hoping that it is not going to end up being indicative of how the rest of this year will turn out. 'Cuz I can already say, I don't think I can handle that at all!