I was off all last week, on sick leave. Monday was the CAT scan to verify that the cancer has not come back, Tuesday I just felt miserable - either a reaction to the contrast dye, or the start of the cold that kept me home for the rest of the week. It is just wrong, I want to spend my days off doing something a little more exciting then drinking tons of water to bloat myself so the CAT scan can see all there is to see or feeling miserable and sleeping. Oh well in 22 weeks, I will.
And of course, going back to work after taking an unplanned week off is like dropping into hell for a short while. I was way to busy. And I'll be way to busy tomorrow.
Even so, it was good to get out of the house and do stuff.
Hubby and I are going to a health spa this weekend - Friday thru Sunday. I'm kind of scared. I am neither fit nor thin. I am going because I want to make health and fitness a priority. I want to jump start exercise and good eating. What if we don't fit in with the other people there? What if the staff look at us with disgust? I tell myself I'm 55 and don't care what people think about me, but really I do. I shouldn't but I do.
Maybe I'll just plain be out and out rude to anyone who disses me.
I will tell myself all the way up that we are there to make a big change. We are there for ourselves and if they are rude to me, I will talk about them like a dirt dog.
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