Today was a good day.
I felt sick last night.
So sick, that in fact I wasn’t able to sleep for more than a few minutes.
That’s because I ate food
(chicken noodle soup)
so I would have energy today.
To go back to work.
The stress about going back probably didn’t help.
I was tired and scared.
But I went anyway.
My co-workers and friend were excited to see me.
So was my new manager and team.
Everyone visited me during their breaks and sat on my desk.
Everyone said I looked good today.
Granted, I had a lot of make-up on to cover up the lack of sleep,
the lack of nutrition, and the illness that shows my face worn.
But it was nice to be missed.
I felt nauseated and sick ALL day.
I had bad cramping, a good amount of bleeding.
My legs and feet hurt because I haven’t walked that much in weeks.
It was cold out.
My joints hurt. My rashes were prevalent.
My mind was moving slow and there is so much new that I have missed
while I was gone.
But I made it.
I didn’t die. I’m still alive.
It’s still going to be an adjustment.
But today was a good day.