Friday the 13th

I had probably one of the better weeks I've had at work in a long time. I got the coworker situ straightened out, after it being an issue since I started there; tons of work done, and one of my writers gave me an absolutely glowing report to my boss for my review. Let's hope it translates into dinero, hee hee.

I'm also looking a four-day weekend in the face. I have MLK Day off (although M doesn't), and I took Tuesday off to be there for M's next treatment. The doc is going to raise the dose this time, so I'm prepared for things to be more difficult this time around. We were told in our lupus support group that by the time the next treatment rolls around, he will be feeling like he needs one. True to form, he's felt like ass -- very tired, very crabby, not a lot of energy. In the good news department, he went back to court today, and all the BS with the accident is now finito. One less thing to worry about. I'm still not happy with the way his leg looks, but I'm hoping the good doctor can look at it on Tuesday, since she comes down to the lab to examine him to save him a trip.

And I'm taking a day off from the Mother Teresa routine tomorrow by going out to lunch with some friends from the old job. I was afraid M would give me attitude about it, but he was fine. I need some me time and to see my friends, for it not to be all about him and his illness for one day. My mom has been riding me to make sure I take care of myself; this is a way to do that. I feel good about it.

I hope to post again this weekend, but if I don't, happy long weekend to those of you lucky enough to get it off!