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March 02, 2007
Recovery
I had no idea how much effort the task of not thinking about the fact that I probably had cancer was taking on my life. A month of trying to live normally, juggling the Big Idea and my fledgling social life, was hard enough. But throw in multiple doctors' appointments, medical bill stress, the wondering who should I tell?--and it was quite a handful.
Since Monday, I've basically collapsed into a nest consisting of my bed, lots of pillows, and my never-ending book club selection (Lolita--which I still haven't managed to finish). Occasionally I have meandered downstairs to watch some television, but mostly I've stumbled through my workday at half speed, sneaking in a nap whenever possible.
Today is the first time that I woke up with some energy, and realized JUST HOW MUCH WORK HAS PILED UP. I'm two days past the IRS filing deadline for my consultant's 1099s, I haven't taken out the trash in weeks, I'm scheduled to give a Big Idea "webinar" in a couple hours, and Mr. Pilot is coming over this afternoon when I really should be cancelling on him to catch up on all the hundreds of other things that take precedence.
But I'm not going to. Nope, I'm giving myself one more afternoon of avoiding the inevitable. Let the cards fall where they may.
Comments
Ooo. Lolita. My favorite (I recommend the annotated version). I have read several times and tried several more, but sometimes can't finish because I can't stop reading chapter one over and over again.
Posted by: Bastish at March 5, 2007 12:38 AM
