Overall, I'd have to say today was CRAPTASTIC. It was my first day back to work, which I was not ready for, but I had to go back. Woke up at 630, took a pain pill, then went back to bed until 730, which was the plan. Shower, dress, hair, makeup, and packing lunch all proved to be exhausting at 0730. Got to work to find my boss was there (actually my boss's boss), so I had to put my game face on . Talking had my face in knots by 0900. At 1200 I slopped my soup into my sore mouth as gracefully as possible, then went for a walk with my boss. That sounded like a great idea when he suggested it, but proved to be quite taxing from the cold-induced pain. I don't know him well, we are both new. But he seems like a genuinely nice guy and it was so nice to have a non-surgery related adult conversation. I came back from our walk, tried to get back to work, then the pain hit me. And then came the tears. Luckily, nobody saw. I quickly composed myself, took a Vicodin AND 3 Ibuprofen and got back to work. The rest of the day was a cycle of laughing or smiling with/at someone and then immediately cringing in pain. Wow does it hurt to laugh!
When I got home I went straight for the cozy clothes and plopped my butt down on the couch. I skipped dinner, no energy to even deal with it, took more pain meds, had a bowl of ice cream, now I'm off to bed. I'm pretty sure tomorrow will feel like groundhog day. And I'm completely sure that I'm being a whiny asshole. I'm okay with that.
This concludes tonight's self-pity party. Tomorrow I will look for my dignity.