Day two of flu/ Sunday, the tears came. Something I don't like about being still, the tears come, and bring with them regrets and grief. It occurs to me that I don't have much to show for my life. Yes here comes the drama. Just to make myself feel a little bit crappier I recall that I was ranked third in my senior graduating class from high school. The student ranked second, just one notch above me, founded Ebay. And back to the tears, crying gives me a headache, so it is best to do in the morning, preferably on the way to work. Then I have a whole day for the swelling to go down and a chance at a good night's sleep without a headache. Crying on the way to work was a great solution there for awhile, when. I worked with the best Advisory Committee ever, Cici, Nancie, Ann, and Vicki who were always able to patch me back together in 15-30 minutes. So no car crying for me since starting the new job September 30th.
Tomorrow morning I plan to cure my flu and my attitude by going to work and being useful. I could probably even get away with some car crying. I could tell my new co-workers " My face is just puffy from being sick." They might even believe me.