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Thankful Things Thursday: Working & Blogging From Home
Last night I had a dream that I was running late to get somewhere.
Then, back in real life, I got out of bed this morning, turned on the TV, and saw all this footage of Stonehenge.
WTF is happening?
Two of my greatest fears: being late and Stonehenge.
Clearly I need to refocus and get my brain into thankful mode because right now all I can think about is the fact that Stonehenge was clearly built by aliens who are hiding somewhere, ready to murder us all when we least expect it. Stonehenge is bullshit and I hate it. That structure is just not normal.
Let’s have Thankful Things Thursday.
I’m thankful my boss has not fired me for requiring so many sick days and work-from-home days. Apparently I’m a high-maintenance employee. It’s so embarrassing every time I have to email my boss to say I’m not going to make it into the office. But you know, this whole “I have to run to the bathroom urgently and once I get there it’s not going to be pretty, so you’d better stay out” situation isn’t one I like to drag into the workplace.
I’m very, very fortunate that my company has been understanding of my little issue, and as much as I dread emailing my boss to tell her I’m sick, it eases so much stress knowing she’s cool with it.
Also, working from home is nice sometimes, and it’s great for days like these, but I don’t think I could do it every day. I imagine I’d get very lonely. I think I would talk to myself a lot…and maybe want to get a cat or something.
I’m thankful my brother and sister-in-law hugely brightened my “I feel awful” day yesterday by sending me videos of Tyler. He’s so squirmy and wiggly and smiley!
I had to go to an event for work last night — a gala, no less, so I didn’t just have to mask my dumb illness, I had to put on a fancy dress and attempt not to sweat through it — and I was frustrated trying to get ready. I had spiked a fever (101 degrees, not bad) and so I took Tylenol to try and get it down. Naturally the fever started to break — and I started to sweat profusely, which is one of my greatest strengths — just in time to have to blow dry my hair and get dressed. I was gross.
But then I watched these little Tyler videos and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I still can’t stop smiling. He’s so happy, and I refuse to be sad around Tyler. Or, you know, around his YouTube presence.
I’m thankful I slept through the night! I half-expected that after yesterday’s Remicade treatment I would wake up totally better today. That’s not the case — the bathroom has still been a scary place this morning — but I did sleep through the night without waking up in pain. That’s progress, people! Granted, by the time I got home from the event it was past midnight and I had my alarm set for 5 AM. So I didn’t sleep much, but I’ll take it!
I’m thankful my parents did a good job documenting my childhood. In the process of unpacking a stray moving box the other day, I randomly found tons of photos that I must have stolen from my parents’ photo albums.
We were such fashion-forward kids, with our massive slippers, overalls and tutus. Also, the headgear we’re sporting. I don’t even know what’s on Ryan’s head, but I think it’s a trend that’s about to catch on.
But seriously, my parents have so many home videos, pictures and drawings they’ve saved from when Ryan and I were young, and I like that. Good job, parents.
I’m thankful for new apartment art. During one of our first dates, Brian and I went for a walk in Central Park. While we were walking and not holding hands because we were being awkward, we saw this little sketch on the ground:
A few days ago, Brian came home with a little something all wrapped up for me. Surprise present!!! He obviously knows the way to my heart.
Just kidding. The way to my heart is warm brownies smothered in Moose Tracks ice cream.
But also thoughtful gestures. So now we have this hanging in our apartment:
I get happy whenever I walk past it…which is often, because we hung it between the living room and the kitchen, which is one of my most-traveled routes, second only to the bedroom-to-bathroom route.
I’m thankful for gorgeous weather. I haven’t been taking advantage of it, but it’s nice that it exists.
I’m thankful that I’m still able to run. Running is really hard with this dumb disease. It requires a lot of careful planning. Yesterday the plan was to run five miles at 15–30 seconds slower than marathon goal pace. Getting out the door was tough. Having to make four stops along the way was tough. Having to make two of those stops in a nearby church was…awkward.
But man, those few minutes where I was running and my stomach temporarily stopped hurting? Those minutes were amazing. For the first time in a long time, running 9-minute miles felt effortless. The “I feel so good right now and I’m flying and I love life” spurts didn’t last long, and I had to take a bunch of walk-so-something-bad-doesn’t-happen breaks. While I was running, though, I kept reminding myself that I’m so lucky to be able to do that at all.
And then I ran to the church bathroom and it was ugly. Sorry, Jesus. I mean no disrespect. I just had to go.
I’m thankful I discovered the grind-it-yourself peanut butter machine at Fairway. I may never go back to eating regular peanut butter. I like the grainy texture of this stuff, and I like pushing the button.
Oh and hey, guess what I did yesterday? I called a doctor. I researched. I picked one. I found out that he takes my insurance. Now I’m just waiting to get in and see him. He’s all in-demand because he’s probably so awesome. QUICK: Pat me on the back and tell me you’re proud of me for finally acting like a responsible adult.
With that, I’m off to do more adult-like things, such as…my job.
I hope your day is great and I also hope you don’t have to bolt into a church and demand to know where the bathroom is.
NOW GET GRATEFUL WITH ME: What are you thankful for today? Are you out enjoying the lovely weather? Did you start your day with a kickass run? Did you eat a brownie for breakfast? Are you planning to eat a brownie for lunch? Are you bringing me a brownie for dinner? Tell me all the good things.