Thinking about writing blog posts ought to count towards actually writing them, if what you put together in your head eventually leads to something. Or? I survived my first week back at work, but it was a close thing. I was exhausted by the end of Friday and it wasn’t even that strenuous a week, AND the monster report layout project that so stressful before the holidays was finally approved and finalized on Friday morning, so that should have been a great ending to the week. And it was. But. SO TIRED.
I cannot decide who I resemble more in the mornings when I wake up. My hair is STILL my defining feature, haha! Troll Doll vs. Heat Miser
I guess it depends a bit on how recently I colored my hair and how grumpy I am. 😀
When I “style” my hair nowadays, in the mornings, it takes me less than 2 minutes. Slap some hair oil on and run my hands through it, slap a little hair gel on and run my hands through it again, comb it straight back, “fluff” it a little, tame the hair on the sides that sticks out, and hairspray a bit. Done. I do not know what else to do with such short hair than just comb it back. Eventually I’ll be dealing with a mullet and a very long period of awfulness as it grows out, but for now it’s still easy to deal with. People keep complimenting me on my new hairstyle and I keep not knowing how to respond because I don’t want to accept compliments on a hairstyle that I didn’t want.
Yesterday, a colleague that I rarely see and usually only deal with via email (she’s in a different unit on a different floor) was on our floor and told me how much she really liked my new hairstyle and asked what made me change to short hair. I grimaced and said it wasn’t my choice and she immediately went pale and apologized profusely. I told her not to worry and then explained what had happened, and it turns out that she had also lost her hair 10 years ago, though hers was due to chemo. Thankfully, she’s cancer-free but she was really embarrassed even though I told her there was no need to be since not very many people at work knew what had happened with me last year. My hair loss was so fast and dramatic and the recovery was at least also quick after the treatment was over and I was off the medication that was causing it. Plus I basically worked from home or was on sick leave for nearly half of the year, so she wouldn’t have had much opportunity to see me. I’m almost never up on her floor either.
I felt on Wednesday that I was possibly coming down with the beginnings of a cold. I was sneezing and my nose was running (still is) and I was having to blow it continuously, plus I felt just a fraction “off”. Wednesday night I took two Tylenol Cold Night capsules and I actually slept through the entire night. I don’t think I even moved, judging by the covers still in the exact same position when I woke. I didn’t even get up to pee. Granted, I stayed up until after 11 pm and went to the bathroom then, and got up at 6:45 but still, that’s a miracle. Too bad that catching up on sleep is a myth. I haven’t had the feeling since though I’m still constantly blowing a runny nose, but that is nothing new.
This morning I woke up around 8:30 am feeling a little groggy so I went back to bed and for another miracle, fell back asleep. SLUGSVILLE! I don’t have anything planned until this evening so I’m taking it super easy and slugging to my heart’s content. I even have another blog post in mind that has been percolating this week, so there might be another post tomorrow. I have NOTHING planned tomorrow, so I can just write a blog post and go back to being a slug for the rest of the weekend. Second week of work, you don’t scare me!
Did you ever think about the fact that the word slug has so many different completely different and apparently unrelated meanings, and that it can be used both as a noun or as a verb depending on which one you are referring to? It’s a slimy garden pest. It’s a gulp of a drink. It’s a rounded piece of metal, sometimes a bullet. It’s a lazy lump. It’s a line of type or code. It’s a heavy-hitting blow. This made me laugh; it’s the definition from Merriam-Webster that I guess relates to the last one: “the gravitational unit of mass in the foot-pound-second system to which a pound force can impart an acceleration of one foot per second per second and which is equal to the mass of an object weighing 32 pounds” …WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? HAHA
Team lazy lump!
Mood: sluggy
Music: Litany—Starsign