So I returned to work last week. It was pretty awful. But I really truly did take it easy, and when I would come home I would do nothing at all - not just because I was physically incapable of it, but also because I knew that was what was necessary. As you can imagine, I was even happier than usual to see the weekend arrive.
Annoyingly, I have felt terrible, and have been completely exhausted. I had no big plans that had to be cancelled or anything, but I had hoped the weekend would be pleasant, and though I've been happy to be at home on my own schedule, I've felt miserable. It's just a good thing that The Tim, the kitties, and Dug are around, or it would be a total loss.
I had doctor's appointment this past Friday with the oncologist, who told me that this was going to be a longer and harder recovery than I could ever imagine. Ugh.
But this afternoon is the first meeting of the reading group at Rosie's, and I've been looking forward to it. I think - much like being surrounded by my family - it will be enjoyable, and make me feel better because of that. Knitting, talking about books, and drinking tea I hope will be the perfect counterpoint to the knowledge that another work week starts tomorrow.
If nothing else, it will make for a more pleasant today. And that is fine with me.