I’d like to apologize to all my viewers who have been faithfully visiting here during the month of July even though I’ve really been lame about publishing posts with any regularity …<\/p>\n
I’m sorry, I promise to do better in August. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Despite the phact that my postings have been sparse in July,<\/p>\n
There is actually a great deal that’s happened in my life during the month.<\/p>\n
A great deal.<\/p>\n
All of which contributed …<\/p>\n
To my inability to publish with any consistency.<\/p>\n
My month started out a little rough for me …<\/p>\n
As the boob job was a pretty painful event,<\/p>\n
And that was compounded by pretty much an extreme feeling of isolation.<\/p>\n
Now it wasn’t that I was abandoned or anything …<\/p>\n
Mom and Dad were super,<\/p>\n
Checking in on me or visiting me daily; and,<\/p>\n
Aunt Janet and Uncle Dick were also doing regular inquiries with me to make sure I was doing okay …<\/p>\n
Which was all mucho appreciated and more important that I suspect any of them can come close to imagining,
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\nBut no …<\/p>\n
I’m talking about other family stuff,<\/p>\n
For which I wasn’t able to participate …<\/p>\n
Which started my feeling of isolation.<\/p>\n
Regular viewers know that I’m really close to my family …<\/p>\n
But in light of some extensive surgery my sister-in-law had just before my boob job …<\/p>\n
The decision was made not to tell my nephews my function until things got back to normal on my brother’s home front.<\/p>\n
Which meant …<\/p>\n
That the normal hanging out time that we always do at least weekly with my parents, my brother’s family and me …<\/p>\n
Was not going to take place …<\/p>\n
As until the nephews knew,<\/p>\n
I just couldn’t show up,<\/p>\n
‘Cause ya see …<\/p>\n
I’m a girl,<\/p>\n
But my nephews still thought I was a boy. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n
Then toss into the mix that I wasn’t able to attend this year’s 4th of July bash at one of my other aunt and uncle’s place in light of the “not for public consumption” labeling of my function … (it’s a great bash every year … I sooooo look forward to it),<\/p>\n
Along with having to do a completely dorked up celebratioooon of my dad’s birthday (dorked up because I couldn’t be there),<\/p>\n
Plus the fact that with Bro’s household and working for a d-bag demands …<\/p>\n
Meant that for about two weeks post-op I had only been able to talk with him once,<\/p>\n
While tossing into the mix that I hadn’t seen and rarely e-mailed\/talked with The UnUsual Suspects for about two months …<\/p>\n
And you can begin to get a flavor of the Reality Soup spiced with Isolation I was preparing.<\/p>\n
During this time …<\/p>\n
While I had the Reality Soup simmering,<\/p>\n
I still forced myself to go into the office regularly …<\/p>\n
Get into that routine,<\/p>\n
And work the happy face angle …<\/p>\n
Which I needed to do while juggling the demands and stresses of work,<\/p>\n
Responding to various queries and requests for assistance here and there,<\/p>\n
And coordinating some court demands that I wasn’t going to attend.<\/p>\n
By the beginning of the second full week of July,<\/p>\n
I knew I needed to do something …<\/p>\n
Because going into the office had become a huge stressor for me,<\/p>\n
And I had a full blown case of the post-op blues …<\/p>\n
Yet I wasn’t about to let any of that krap even begin to think it could get the best of me …<\/p>\n
So that’s when I decided to cease going into the office and start working for home for the time being.<\/p>\n