I didn't have a very happy day at work. Maybe it's my age or maybe it's stress, but it seems like I just can't think like I used to be able to. My brain feels numb and I have the little hum going on between my ears, like every day. Maybe I killed too many brain cells with all the cleaning I've done over my lifetime with bleach. (Yes. They've done studies and it does affect our children. YET, they continue to clean with bleach in every day care in American. Go figure.) (Don't get me going on why they put bleach in our water. I might just go ballistic!)
When I arrived at worked this morning, there were notes all over my desk. I had made 3 deposits into the wrong account and then, to top it off, I had no recollection of a check in the amount of $9,000.00 that should have come into our office. Are you kidding?!! Do you know how many checks and figures I calculate every day? NO. Again, I have a hard enough time remembering what I did yesterday much less what I calculated yesterday.
Needless to say, I took a potty break. You know, to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. It was not a fun day for yours truly. Just an FYI, I pray every morning that God will help me do the best I can and that He will help me to think (clearly). Hmmmm.
Roxie is doing her best NOT to freak out about her test results. Maybe it's just a cyst. Maybe it's a random mix-up. Maybe it's from chemo. Maybe there's a logical explanation for why her prolactin levels came back higher than normal. So, we hope and pray for peace (for all concerned) to wait this out. And HOPE that some way, some how we won't have to wait for surgery to know for sure. That's 26 days from now at best.
I hope and pray that tomorrow will be better. I hope and pray for the best.