Possibly that, or possibly it's just a weird day-after effect of the anesthesia (which I'm not basing on actual drug knowledge, just the memory of how I felt in the days after my surgery).

Thanks. Any memory of how long it lasted? TCG will be happy for the energy rush because there are now brownies in the oven.

vw it's great to see your pixels! And sending out lots of good job and baby~ma vibes to you and your DH.

Possibly that, or possibly it's just a weird day-after effect of the anesthesia (which I'm not basing on actual drug knowledge, just the memory of how I felt in the days after my surgery).

Thanks. Any memory of how long it lasted? TCG will be happy for the energy rush because there are now brownies in the oven.

I don't remember very clearly, but I think it was about a day. But remember, too, that having the procedure behind you means a load of anticipatory stress is off your shoulders, and you're also eating again (I assume; you had said you didn't eat as much as you planned to in the run-up to the procedure, and not eating is pretty draining). So part of it could just be your body relaxing and bouncing back.

Hubby's oncologist said there was no known cause of his type of cancer--one reason they're being unsubtly grabby hands about having him close by to be peered at--so at least we don't have to go "If only I hadn't done X!" Then again, he's been exposed to so much weird shit in a life dedicated to not going out with a whimper, that just about anything could be the cause.

Work kind of sucked today it was a short (ish) stressful day. Made mostly stressful but co workers promising customers things we can't deliver.

So now I have to talk to a co worker and possibly their supervisor over an issue. It's really cool at best buy you can order stuff over the phone. YAY! like ordering it online, only you can get questions answered and what not. However, you can't order somethings, like stuff that's not in stock at all (currently the PS4) or installation services where paper work has to be signed for liability reasons.

One of my coworkers pretty much made it sound like all a customer would need to do is call and order an appliance and pay for the installation over the phone. And there's no way, but he just threw it out there as an option, he didn't think she'd want to do that. Only she does. And now she can't. And now she doesn't want to shop with us.

Plus it looks like they are seriously dragging their feet on hiring a department manager and it maybe sometime in March before that is finalized. My little area doesn't have a supervisor and won't have one until the manager is highered, so we're kind of left without any real guidence.

One of the department managers has stepped up and started doing scheduling and stuff, which is fine. But the guy they hired full time to be my "partner in crime" pretty much applied to the position to get away from that manager. It really doesn't help that New Guy was really vocal his first week about how working our position is EASY and like having a vacation, compared to being on the salesfloor and just gushed about how good he has it now.

Only, he's finding Not so much. It has it's own challengs.And one of this is that his ex manager, thinks he's slacking off.

Oh, Steph, I hate it when the body revolts. I hope you feel better soon!

Thanks for all the ~ma and support today. We'll see our OB tomorrow, if we can make it into the city with the lovely weather headed our way. Life is uncertain in general, so I'm not sure why I thought this would be any different...

vw, it's good to see you around these parts! I'll be keeping fingers, etc. crossed for you guys tomorrow.

Teppy, allergic reactions to medications is the pits. I wish you could at least know for sure which one was the problem.

vw, I hope you can make it to your appointment tomorrow.

Hubby's in his second series of chemo. He gets admitted tomorrow morning to the hospital for the rest of this series because the oncologist is twitchy. I'm kind of hoping he's forgotten tomorrow is my birthday, because I don't want him feeling bad that he's not able to do something for me. But my vacation starts tomorrow so, yay. Unfortunatley, my quarterly doctor's appointment is Friday, where he'll tell me I'm not keeping a good enough eye on my health. I've been busy, doc.

And within the next couple of weeks work moves to the new building, making my commute 3x as long. I don't do change.