I’m feeling like a bit of a ditz lately. I’m so distracted!
Yesterday I had to leave work at noon because my ostomy pouch sprung a leak. It was very irritating as it happened right before the entire office was about to leave to meet our former art director for lunch. I was anxious to hear all the news, and couldn’t very well explain to everyone why I suddenly couldn’t go. I called three cab companies before I found one that had shorter than a two-hour wait. It cost me $20 to get home, and I had to wait for an hour praying that I’d get out of the office before the leak became apparent to everyone.
I worked on my New Orleans story for a while, but the story isn’t going well. It kills me. It’s a great story. I have notebooks full of notes. But, my mind is so distracted by the rest of my life that I’m not feeling very inspired, and so the story reads dull – or maybe I just feel dull about it.
Then today I went to lunch with our intern and as we were paying the check, I felt another woosh. Oh crap – literally! Even if I go home and am working, I’m always concerned about the perception among my co-workers. Everyone is very nice about it, don’t get me wrong – but to have to run out of work two days in a row just doesn’t look good. Add to it this pulmonary function test thing that’s still hanging over my head. How much work am I going to miss over that?
I managed to rig a temporary solution in the restroom with some gauze and surgical tape and prayed it would hold until I got home. And it did amazingly enough, yet I was so distracted all afternoon worried that it would start to leak big time, and I’d be cab stranded at the office with this growing mess and no way to get home – that I didn’t get much done this afternoon. Again, the New Orleans masterpiece suffers! If I could just work at home and do what I need to do life would be so much simpler. I felt like politically it was a bad idea to leave if I could manage to stay, but if I’d gone home, attended to my problem, and actually accomplished something this afternoon the magazine would have been better off.
By the time I got home tonight, cooked dinner, returned phone calls (all but one of which was HPS-related) etc. it’s now almost time for bed. And, I still haven’t worked on the story.
Tomorrow is newsletter day, so I can pretty much count on being interrupted all day long with that project.
Moan!
I’m also wondering why it leaked two days in a row in the exact same place. The skin and stoma look fine to me, so maybe there’s a problem with the box of appliances. Maybe they’re defective somehow. I opened another box, and if this one works I’ll pitch the first box. But, if that’s not the problem I could be in the same fix tomorrow. If that happens, then I probably need to go in and have someone look at it to see if there’s a problem I just can’t see. Great! Another day off work!
Yesterday I had to leave work at noon because my ostomy pouch sprung a leak. It was very irritating as it happened right before the entire office was about to leave to meet our former art director for lunch. I was anxious to hear all the news, and couldn’t very well explain to everyone why I suddenly couldn’t go. I called three cab companies before I found one that had shorter than a two-hour wait. It cost me $20 to get home, and I had to wait for an hour praying that I’d get out of the office before the leak became apparent to everyone.
I worked on my New Orleans story for a while, but the story isn’t going well. It kills me. It’s a great story. I have notebooks full of notes. But, my mind is so distracted by the rest of my life that I’m not feeling very inspired, and so the story reads dull – or maybe I just feel dull about it.
Then today I went to lunch with our intern and as we were paying the check, I felt another woosh. Oh crap – literally! Even if I go home and am working, I’m always concerned about the perception among my co-workers. Everyone is very nice about it, don’t get me wrong – but to have to run out of work two days in a row just doesn’t look good. Add to it this pulmonary function test thing that’s still hanging over my head. How much work am I going to miss over that?
I managed to rig a temporary solution in the restroom with some gauze and surgical tape and prayed it would hold until I got home. And it did amazingly enough, yet I was so distracted all afternoon worried that it would start to leak big time, and I’d be cab stranded at the office with this growing mess and no way to get home – that I didn’t get much done this afternoon. Again, the New Orleans masterpiece suffers! If I could just work at home and do what I need to do life would be so much simpler. I felt like politically it was a bad idea to leave if I could manage to stay, but if I’d gone home, attended to my problem, and actually accomplished something this afternoon the magazine would have been better off.
By the time I got home tonight, cooked dinner, returned phone calls (all but one of which was HPS-related) etc. it’s now almost time for bed. And, I still haven’t worked on the story.
Tomorrow is newsletter day, so I can pretty much count on being interrupted all day long with that project.
Moan!
I’m also wondering why it leaked two days in a row in the exact same place. The skin and stoma look fine to me, so maybe there’s a problem with the box of appliances. Maybe they’re defective somehow. I opened another box, and if this one works I’ll pitch the first box. But, if that’s not the problem I could be in the same fix tomorrow. If that happens, then I probably need to go in and have someone look at it to see if there’s a problem I just can’t see. Great! Another day off work!
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