It has been weeks since I brought my laptop to work!
I was so busy for a while there that I didn’t even have a second to go pee between patients. I like it busy, but I don’t like it crazy-pull-your-hair-out busy.
Today is the full opposite of the spectrum. I have no patients. My schedule is full, but it’s full of patients that are past their due dates, and only made the appointment to come in “just in case” they hadn’t had the baby already. Well, they’ve all had the baby already.
So I got a ton of stuff done. I changed over all of my automatic drafts to the new bank account information (finally!), I called the university to ask about admissions and counseling (so I can start classes in January), and I had the chance to talk to Sandy about her trip home.
Do I write a warning when I want to write about something personal and intimate? That was your warning.
For perfectly understandable medical reasons, Brock and I haven’t been “physical” lately. This is a part of our relationship that has always been healthy and robust… and it feels gone. It doesn’t matter what the reasons are, it’s hard to explain to my heart that things will be fine eventually. I miss it terribly. I miss the closeness, intimacy and proximity of our feelings. (I just said three things that all mean the same thing.) Strange how you can get so used to something just being there, and when it’s gone it leaves an emptiness. Even when that something isn’t a physical object, but an action instead. It would be so easy to read what I have written and turn it into something crass and rude, but understand that it is with the purest intent… I miss the love.
I get my Mini this Friday!