Well, so far it has been another uneventful week. Work pretty much sucks my energy dry and what ever little energy I do have left is spent worrying about my infected lips.

YES they are still horrific and horrible. Sorry for the alliteration but it's true. There are signs of improvement but having gone on for nearly three weeks I don't believe there should be any issues at all. Oh, but how wrong I am. How very wrong indeed.

I'm going into the office late today so I can take my hubby to a job interview. (Going into the office late?! Geez, when did I get old enough to say that type of sentence). It's odd being home when I should be at work. I get that feeling like I'm doing something bad. You know that feeling when you were sixteen and ditching school. You either lied to mom telling her you were deathly ill or left school at lunch and just went home. It's that kind of feeling. Like you pulled a fast one. You are silently laughing at those you suckered while at the same time you're always a bit weary that you're going to get caught. It's almost thrill-like.

But I'm not really playing hookie. I have to go to work . So there is no joy in this. Just an overwhelming sense of tiredness. Largely due to the drowsiness of the prescription drugs I'm taking for my lips. That. And knowing I still have a very full and long day of work in front of me.

It's exhausting just thinking about it.