So...

So I survived another cycle of chemo and my first few days back at work.  Hooray!  It's a good thing I went back to work because I arrived to find out that they were moving my office in a week.  Would have been a little embarrassing if the movers had found the business suit and panty hose that I had stuffed in a drawer and forgotten before I went on leave.  You see, that fateful day when I went to the radiologist for my ultrasound, I had changed out of my suit and into my jeans in my office in order to be comfortable on my flight to Los Angeles.  Of course, with everything that happened in the next few hours and days, I totally forgot about my poor little suit that was crumpled in a drawer, along with some panty hose.  So luckily I found out about the move just in time to salvage my suit from it's drawer and hastily fold it into a cardboard box so that it can be moved in secret, without the trusty movers seeing.  I know, I know, this is no way to treat a suit.  All I can say is that I promise that one day, that suit will make it to a dry cleaner and resume its rightful place in my closet.  The reality is that my office is a venerable closet.  You see, I always keep a dress there in case I need to do a magic, presto, changeo to greet an unexpected client, and about five pairs of shoes to accommodate any shoe emergency (and to let me use flats to and from work).  So my suit you see is in very good company.  The problem is, due to recent events, these items have been sorely neglected, as has been my job an career.  On the other hand, three little days of work (in which I did very little work to be honest), left me exhausted.  So, the big question is, how do I take care of myself, without leaving a little crumpled suit and my career stuck in a drawer?  No really, how?  Any thoughts?  Honestly people, this is supposed to be interactive!!! (just kidding).  But seriously, how do I do this?  Well.... I honestly don't know the answer yet.  I guess just take it one day at a time and hope the wrinkles iron out as we move along.  For now, my suit has upgraded from being crumpled in a drawer to being folded in a cardboard box.  Although it will be neglected for yet another week while I get another round of chemo, eventually it will make it out of that box and onto a hanger... and then, maybe I'll be able to put it on again, and feel comfortable in its fabric.  In the meantime, I'm going to focus on taking care of myself and slowly remind myself of the person who used to fit into that suit.

Thanks as always for reading.

Straight from the trenches,

DT