Spare a thought this yuletide for the deprived

I had my first real goodbyes yesterday at work. First, one of my favorite absolute patients realized I was leaving. He looked on the verge of tears. Later, another patient became only the 2nd patient I’ve ever friended on Facebook. DayTech gave me a hug and we both tearfully said a quick goodbye before either of us could really lose it. StressedRPh brought cupcakes, which seemed to be mostly frosting.

I didn’t even bring lunch yesterday. There’s enough cookies and cake at work to pick at all day. I’ll probably do the same today. It’s just me and StressedRPh. I’ll be in for the early shift, since DayTech is on vacation. I expect it will be one of those days where it’s manageable until an hour before close, when suddenly everyone needs something they should have filled last week.

After work, I plan to buy myself a fabulous dinner of Chinese takeout. I estimate I might have to move the laptop off the coffee table, that’s how much food there will be. Shawshank suggested that I should order a cocktail to-go, and I might. The leftover takeout will be lunch tomorrow afternoon. I might share some chicken bits with the kitties.

Whatever I do, I’ll try to pretend it’s just another day. I was fine for most of the month. But now that Christmas is actually here, I’m a fucking mess. This is pretty typical for me, actually. As long as I can pretend something isn’t an issue, I’m fine, until that issue is no longer something in THE FUTURE. Once THE FUTURE is actually NOW, it’s different.

And that’s when I can be found at a stop light, crying over “Do They Know It’s Christmas” and James Taylor’s version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

Let’s get this day going. It’s a three day weekend, but it won’t start until I make it through today. Happy Thursday.