Well, I lived through my first week back at work. Going from medical leave to full time is like going from roller skates to a Porsche…walk, limp, walk, limp, then suddenly run like your pants are on fire. Of course, that first 40-hour week was accompanied by choir practice, multiple visits to Mom’s place, a writing meeting, etc. By Friday at 5 p.m. I was totally wrung out. I crashed after work, slept until 9 a.m. Saturday morning, and it still took the better part of two hours to get my engine in gear.
When I left my writing meeting on Tuesday night, I drove East from Lakewood, with my stomach growling. I hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch, and all I could think about was Mama Roberto’s meatballs and sauce. My foot fell heavy on the gas in an effort to get to Mentor before they closed. I made it with five minutes to spare and ordered a side of meatballs and marinara to go. Then I got in my car and drove down Mentor Avenue, eating meatballs and sauce at every traffic light. It was a miracle my clothing remained stain free. This late night dining on the run incident typified my week.
I fear week two won’t be much better. Welcome back to the real world, Betsy!