Day 2 is almost done. Almost through the 2nd day and I have not had a meltdown, not cried, not needed to escape.
I did, however have several minor panic attacks.
With the help of people on my widow’s website… I managed to push through.
I can do this. This is becoming my new normal.
It is, however, hard to adjust to an 8 hour day at work.
As the weeks go on, if I’m able (and I don’t expect not to be able) I will add an extra day every two weeks until I’m back full time – the third week in February.
I’m sad, I’m teary, my throat is clogged, but I’m excited for having made it through most of my work day.
4 days off and then back again on Tuesday.
But I’m almost done. Almost there. Brain is starting to remember what it’s supposed to do when I am here.
Happy Thursday, which is my Friday :p