Day Eighty-Eight
Literally, the first minute that I was at work--I was turning on my computer and had not even sat down yet--a team member came into my cubicle to tell me that there was leftover birthday cake from the day before. Gah! "I just want you to know, because it was really wonderful." They had saved me a piece, and it was in the fridge. Okay, people--whether or not I can eat cake is not going to depend on how wonderful it was. If it has sugar in it, I would rather not know.
I went through the motions today. I did not eat any of the cake, nor any of the cookies that were still hanging around across the aisle from me. I had the food i had brought. I didn't even really have much of a dinner, because I gave the leftover carrot soup that my husband had still not eaten to him to take to work. I did all of the eating right, but I did feel bad because I did not get to the gym.
I saw the cake in the fridge, but did not look closely. Someone had also left a box of donuts on the table in the break room, and, though I knew I wouldn't have one, I did go over and lift up the lid and look at them. Three or four of them looked pretty good. I reminded myself that they had come from a cheap store bakery and would probably have an unpleasant hardness and that sort of bitter cheap bakery taste to them.
I was super worried about my husband all night, because he had worked a twelve-hour shift, then was unable to sleep during the day--at all, he said--before he had to go to another twelve-hour shift. So, I wanted to talk with him his whole way home to keep him awake and make sure that he actually got home. Well, his twelve-hour night shift turned into a fourteen-hour shift because it took him two hours to chart after his shift had supposedly ended, so, by the time he rolled in, I had to leave to get to work.
I went through the motions today. I did not eat any of the cake, nor any of the cookies that were still hanging around across the aisle from me. I had the food i had brought. I didn't even really have much of a dinner, because I gave the leftover carrot soup that my husband had still not eaten to him to take to work. I did all of the eating right, but I did feel bad because I did not get to the gym.
I saw the cake in the fridge, but did not look closely. Someone had also left a box of donuts on the table in the break room, and, though I knew I wouldn't have one, I did go over and lift up the lid and look at them. Three or four of them looked pretty good. I reminded myself that they had come from a cheap store bakery and would probably have an unpleasant hardness and that sort of bitter cheap bakery taste to them.
I was super worried about my husband all night, because he had worked a twelve-hour shift, then was unable to sleep during the day--at all, he said--before he had to go to another twelve-hour shift. So, I wanted to talk with him his whole way home to keep him awake and make sure that he actually got home. Well, his twelve-hour night shift turned into a fourteen-hour shift because it took him two hours to chart after his shift had supposedly ended, so, by the time he rolled in, I had to leave to get to work.
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