But I'm worried about morale. This is going to take a really long time, and I think that fact is just starting to set in. Up until now it was all about getting the surgery done and then just dealing with pain. Now it's about some long-term discomfort and the fact that he's not coming home any time soon. He's very brittle and getting depressed and I honestly don't know what to do about it.
I'm organizing friends to call during the day, just so that he'll feel less isolated.
I got my ass to the gym today for the first time in a few days. Still no sugar, although I had a "Pep Supreme" at Orphan Andy's last night, which is basically OJ, banana and honey. Yummmmmm.
I have seen the new office and it is TINY. No tuna sandwiches or missed showers from here on out, I think. And NO WINDOW!
More rants and fan-mixes still to come.