It’s 7:23 a.m. and in about 24 hours, I’ll be back at my desk, ear bud in place and working again.
Medical leave has done left the building!
Thanks to everyone who sent me well wishes and reminders to lay low and rest (I tried!!) The surgery wasn’t serious and recovery was uneventful minus the need for spontaneous drool-filled naps and a few mishaps that would have happened even if my insides hadn’t been yanked out. In fact, I’m feeling so vulnerable and authentic today that I’m willing to share the laundry list of mayhem with you.
One thing you may not know about me is my obsession for numbers and statistics. Now, don’t ask me to make change at a concession stand because I’ll go running to the bleachers like I’m being chased by zombies. But, give me ratios, geometry and algebra and I’m all over it. It’s with that notion that I’m happy to divulge some medical leave stats with you. The numbers aren’t as exciting as the American League standings, but they are a bit more relevant:
MamaMick’s Numerical Break-down
Number of days spent on leave: 28
Number of days I wanted to be on leave: 29
Work e-mails in my inbox: 1,212
Work e-mails answered during leave: 2
Post-op days of pain pills: 1
Post-op days it took to recover from anesthesia: Never. Brain cells-gone (quite a few missing to begin with)
Amount of the water bill: $75.37
Amount I accidentally electronically paid: $7537.00
Days it took me the water company to refund me: 3
Length of time before hubby forgets and forgives: still waiting
Number of days before I started running again: 8
Length of nap taken on Day 8 (after the run): 3 hours
How long it took to get back into the garden: 3 days
How many weeds pulled: a bazillion
How many patches of poison ivy on my body: 8
How many I’ll actually show people: 7
Number of great friends, family and co-workers who sent cards, flowers,texts, food, love and good vibes: too numerous to count.
I’m truly grateful for the fantastic people I have in my life and feel blessed beyond words to have you. A mere “thank you” seems inadequate, but it’s what I have and it’s from the bottom of my heart. xo