*Sniff* Time To Go Back To Work

Pending a snowstorm, I'm at work on Monday. So sorry for not keeping this up while at home. It's amazing how fast the time flew, I honestly think each week was a day. Wasn't it just yesterday I had the surgery? No? Okay.

Each week I still met with my therapist. My greatest fear was being trapped, and here I was for four weeks unable to walk. She thinks a lot of stuff came to head. Yeah, I was crying a lot and dealing with things. There were nights when every noise woke me, and I didn't want to take the Ambien because what if I forgot and stepped on my foot waking up all hung-over? Now, I can't find what I did with them. One conversation was particularly funny. My shower leaks, so I close the door as to not hear it. It's also always a good twenty degrees hotter than the rest of the house.

"Everytime I wake up to go to the bathroom at night, I keep thinking there's someone behind the door," I told her.

"Now why would they do that?"

"I don't know, because it's cold outside and my bathroom is really warm."

"So you think someone would climb up the fire escape, break into your bathroom, for a warm place to sleep?"

"Uhm, yeah. I know, if someone broke in, they'd open the door and come into the rest of the house."

Ah, the things we thing of :)