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There were actually four messages on our phone left when we were gone, when we finally got around to checking them, yesterday morning - two were blank, one was marketing and the last was a wrong number. So nobody actually ever expects us to be reachable by phone. :)
Yesterday went by in a haze. I felt sick all morning, but delivered the rent check (yeah, I had forgot to pay the rent before leaving - an eviction notice with one day left to act on it is a nasty thing to come home to, so good thing we didn't stay longer on impulse), did the grocery shopping (driving was probably not a good idea because with my stomach hurting I hadn't eaten and had gone into a low blood sugar reaction, but while I was at the store I got a candy bar and ate half of it, which helped a lot) and went to work (where I found out that I hadn't turned in my time sheet before leaving, and was in deep shit - be surprised if I don't get written up again over that). After that my day got better, though, and was pretty much uneventful. Tummy still a little upset, but really I guess considering the stressors that's not surprising. Yes, I guess I can worry myself into illness pretty easily.
We have a packet that came in the mail for us while we were gone regarding our mortgage application, but when I got home last night we were both still so tired we just went straight to bed rather than going through it. There are things we have to sign and information we have to fill out which we have not got, so I've written to our RE regarding some of it. Now I really should... I don't even know what I should do first. Maybe feed myself so I don't have another episode like yesterday.
One of my coworkers quit in the past couple of days, and we think it's because she's decided to go back to her abusive husband and he told her to. We can't help being a little disappointed in her, but that's because we're worried about her. She doesn't seem to want to talk to any of us about it, and I'm sure that's because she doesn't want to face the disappointment part.
I should really be writing about how wonderful vaca was rather than slamming back into real life, but right now I feel a little like vaca was the long drop off a cliff dive and coming back was hitting the water at the end... now we have to swim back to the surface. Though really that sounds much more romantic and dramatic than how I feel. :)
Yesterday went by in a haze. I felt sick all morning, but delivered the rent check (yeah, I had forgot to pay the rent before leaving - an eviction notice with one day left to act on it is a nasty thing to come home to, so good thing we didn't stay longer on impulse), did the grocery shopping (driving was probably not a good idea because with my stomach hurting I hadn't eaten and had gone into a low blood sugar reaction, but while I was at the store I got a candy bar and ate half of it, which helped a lot) and went to work (where I found out that I hadn't turned in my time sheet before leaving, and was in deep shit - be surprised if I don't get written up again over that). After that my day got better, though, and was pretty much uneventful. Tummy still a little upset, but really I guess considering the stressors that's not surprising. Yes, I guess I can worry myself into illness pretty easily.
We have a packet that came in the mail for us while we were gone regarding our mortgage application, but when I got home last night we were both still so tired we just went straight to bed rather than going through it. There are things we have to sign and information we have to fill out which we have not got, so I've written to our RE regarding some of it. Now I really should... I don't even know what I should do first. Maybe feed myself so I don't have another episode like yesterday.
One of my coworkers quit in the past couple of days, and we think it's because she's decided to go back to her abusive husband and he told her to. We can't help being a little disappointed in her, but that's because we're worried about her. She doesn't seem to want to talk to any of us about it, and I'm sure that's because she doesn't want to face the disappointment part.
I should really be writing about how wonderful vaca was rather than slamming back into real life, but right now I feel a little like vaca was the long drop off a cliff dive and coming back was hitting the water at the end... now we have to swim back to the surface. Though really that sounds much more romantic and dramatic than how I feel. :)