It was as bad as I imagined.
My team surrounded me and Miss Lori actually cried right along with me, which was oddly comforting somehow. Even the poor maintenance guy took pity on me and stopped vacuuming the rug outside my pod while they were working. (i swear I saw him bow his head in prayer, but that could be the Tramadol talking.)
Now that the trauma is over, I'm going to settle in with my goofy juice, my breakfast cookies, and Flosstube. I am not going to fret about another thing today...I'm all fretted out.
No plans for the weekend. We are anticipating weather, so that means I will hunker down with something in the crock pot and Netflix. If I can, I will stitch, but my poor arm might need a little more time before that can happen.
Thank you for your love and encouragement. Hopefully this will become a distant memory soon and we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming!
Hope your weekend is wonderful! Stay warm and safe and dry and stitch all the things!