....that I will never take advantage of again.
1. Texting with two thumbs
2. Buttoning and unbuttoning pants
3. Changing the song on my iPhone
4. Tapping the home button on my iPhone
5. Bottom-locking the front door
6. Hitting the button to open the garage door
7. Typing
8. ...Okay there were more in my head...
Backstory: I sliced the tip of my right thumb while cutting brussel sprouts. It was bad enough that I had to go to Urgent Care. The MD wanted to give me stitches but I talked her into the liquid dermabond stuff instead. Part of the deal for getting the dermabond is that I couldn't work out for 5 days. Uh, does she know who she's talking to? I grudgingly agreed and my husband held me to it. The first words out of his mouth when we got into the car was, "you do need to listen to the doctor and not work out for the week." FINE.
I kind of took this week off as an opportunity to really focus on my diet (so all wasn't lost). I was starting to have problems eating things I wasn't supposed to and my allergy was really started to flare up again. So I figured if I couldn't work out, this would hold me more accountable for my diet since I couldn't make up the excuse that well I ran 3 miles so I can entire this entire pizza nomnomnom. I know with my food intolerance, it's just a matter of getting back on track and that normally can happen within a few days as long as I have willpower. Taking the negative and making it positive, go me.
This past week hadn't been all bad. My husband was kind enough to come home early from work most days to keep me company (and I think to check in and make sure I wasn't working out) and I was able to get some of the bloat down from this dang reaction I have been battling since Monday. But then today happened. Today was hands down one of the most craptastic days in the office, to put it lightly. I won't delve into details but I will say that I am quite passionate about what I do and I am feeling conflicted with how I feel my position with the company should be going and where it is going. And it's not one of these rawr rawr rawr they want to give me more work how dare they! but rather they want me to stop doing some of my tasks altogether when I feel what I do now has a lot of purpose. But you know, what do I know...I'm just along for the ride. So there's that.
Because of this god awful day, I came home raging. Didn't help I was listening to the 90s station the whole way home (seriously I used to claim the 80s were my genre of choice but I am sadly mistaken....the 90s occupied so much of my youth that it will forever hold a place in my heart) but I changed out of my work clothes (which by the way was ANOTHER cute outfit that I forgot to snap a picture of FML) and threw on running clothes, defying the doctor's orders. I said a quick prayer to the finger slicing gods that my thumb wouldn't bust the heck open in the middle of the woods and I took off for a 4 mile run in the sweltering heat (is it hot by you? It's been disgusting here all summer and I kind of want to die). I came back dying of heat exhaustion and instantly feeling better. It's amazing what a little sweat and heat can do for the mind and body. No longer do I feel the need to rage.....or want to down a bottle of Grey Goose. Instead, I feel more relaxed. It would better if I took tomorrow off but I am manning the fort since my coworker is going to go enjoy a little impromptu weekend with her fiancé. But I get to work from home so yay next best thing!
Okay so yeah I don't know how a post about my thumb turned into a ramble about my job but let's go with it. Anyways, I realize that work is work. There will be good days and bad days. I also value the fact that my job doesn't suck 100% of the time and that those days when I do feel down (which is rare), running always seems to make it better. Or maybe it was the 90s music. Both is superb so let's just go with that.
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