Back to Work

I went back to the day job on Saturday. The doctor has placed me on light duty for a few weeks, but there are a few things I can still do that fall within the requirements set by my physician and, more importantly, my wife. The problem is that, to some degree, I’ll have to look very hard to find them.

I’m used to doing everything at work, which is not to say that I don’t practice effective delegation–I do–but I’m always the dynamic one, the person who can get as much done as any other two people in the store. Right now, that’s not possible and I’m having to delegate even more out while I search for things that I can do without straining myself. Saturday was particularly rough. My job, though I’m not digging ditches or playing linebacker or anything like that, is a bit more physical in nature than some jobs. There is a great deal of walking, lifting, pushing, pulling, bending, squatting, climbing, and twisting that I normally do without thought or concern. Saturday we received our weekly shipment of merchandise from our warehouse and I was not able to do much of anything with that. Too many boxes over fifteen pounds, too many carts full of merchandise too heavy for me to push. So, I mostly walked around feeling useless and doing the few things I could to make sure things got done. All that movement, something I had not done much of during my week recovering at home, took a harsh toll on me and by the time I left Saturday night, I was in a fair amount of pain.

Yesterday, though, was better. I managed to pace my activity a little better, setting aside some tasks that I would normally delegate out because they would be easier for me to accomplish. Any heavy lifting–hell, any lifting at all–I gave out to the staff, although there is something very non-chivalrous about asking a 105 lb. girl to lift a box of detergent for you. Thankfully, my staff cares enough about me to understand what I’m going through and is not giving me too much grief over it.

I’m getting ready to head back to work now and, even a little sore, I’m at least glad to be back in some semblance of my normal routine. I get up, take a shower, get dressed, go to work, and come home to write, making all right with the world. The only added task to my day is the fifteen minutes or so where I have to lie down so my wife change get me bandaged up for the day, her chance to play Nurse Ratchet or Florence Nightingale, depending on her mood. She is taking good care of me, though, and for that I’m grateful.

I also have about 4000 words on the new new novel idea and I’m having a great deal of fun working on it, so this may be the project I stick with for a while. It’s not looking like I’ll have another book to submit to agents by the end of the year, with everything else going on in my life, but that’s okay as I haven’t really submitted my last one all that much. I’ll eventually get back around to submissions, but for right now I’m too busy rediscovering how much fun it is to create to worry about what to do with my creation.

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