Thursday, January 19, 2012

Under Pressure

Those peppers aren't under pressure, but I sure am.  I have four days to get everything at work all tied into a neat bow.  Every time I try to hand off something, I come back to my office with more work.  "Could you just edit that?"  "Could you just make this one or two little changes?"  Today I am going to say "Good idea, but you will need to find someone else to do it, because I am finished with this project."

Someone I have really disliked at work has asked me to go to lunch today.  I told her that although it would have been "nice," I have a million things to do and will be eating at my desk until I leave.  If I only have four more days there, I do not want to spend any of my limited social time with someone I don't want to spend any time with.

The local blood bank called and pleaded for some of my blood.  I carved out a time after work this evening.  I do not have a clue how this happened, but I have some special blood that is in demand for premature infants and immunocompromised adults.  Here's a quote from a website:  And you have to not test positive for cytomegalovirus (CMV). About 95 percent of the population carries this virus that’s easily suppressed by most adult immune systems. It’d be fatal, though, for a baby in need to receive CMV-positive blood.

So, although I hate it and I am a big chicken when donating, I do donate blood when asked - unless I am close to a big event like a marathon or triathlon.  They call me every 50 days  or so.  Because apparently, I am among the 5% who are negative for this virus.  

I better get out of here.  I have no great words of wisdom today.  I am just "suiting up and showing up" for one more day.  There is great value in that because no matter what it looks like, I am sober for one more day, which makes just about anything possible.  God is able to do his best work when I am busy doing something else, I think.  

So, I plan on staying sober today and I hope you all do too.  


Mary LA said...

Good on you for giving blood, Mary Christine. Those peppers look scrumptious.

Lou said...

I think my husband has that kind of blood because he is also called on a regular basis. I can't do it, I get really weak and pass out. It seems I need all my blood for myself.

atomic momma said...

Hey there Mary Christine....sending you healing thoughts and calm the best way I know how.

Syd said...

Have a good day. Maybe there will be a big party for you!
Whatever comes along, I know you and your HP will handle it.

dAAve said...

I am wondering if that person at work whom you dislike needs your wisdom for something.

No one wants my blood. I'm a homosexual. I've never had any STD's and I am HIV negative, but discrimination is a part of being gay.

Barbara said...

Wow, you are very special to have that kind of blood - you're saving lives!!!!

Will you please email me so I can have your email to add to my blog, I am making it private, not to keep people out but to give Kev some privacy. thanks!!

Grace-WorkinProgress said...

When it rains it pours.

Pammie said...

Being an ex IV drug user puts me in the row boat with Dave.
I'm so proud of you for being able to embrace this change. I can't wait to be 60 and get all brave 'nstuff.