I am nearing the end of my work week here, and I cannot say that I am too terribly sad about it. I will miss the routine of getting up in the morning, and I will miss the people with whom I have worked here, but I will not miss the aggravation of being on a project for which I consider myself poorly suited.
After this week has ended, I will spend some time with my parents in Maryland as I look for a new place. I have been working steadily on getting my stuff at home organized, and I hope to have the house on the market within a couple of weeks.
I met with my regular doctor this week and he was a bit startled at all that had transpired. He offered words of encouragement, but he also concurred with the doctors at the hospital - it is time to slow down and ease the stress for a while.
Money-wise, I am fine. I have been blessed with decent money-management skills and I have enough saved that I can make it for a while. I am not in a huge rush to find a new job, although for insurance reasons I will need one in the not-too-distant future.
I realize that I promised to write some fiction in here. I've not forgotten my promise. Be patient with me. There is much happeneing now that requires priority handling.