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Esme nha Maire · 08-23-2017, 09:06 AM

Tired and old. First time out of my flat since being in hospital from Saturday afternoon through to Monday lunchtime. I wasn't too bad walking a few hundred yards to the station (with my handbag and some bits in a 2-wheel shopping trolley), or walking another few hundred yards to the main station, or a similar distance at the other end to my (now ex-) place of work, but up and down a couple of small flights of stairs a couple of times to get my degree application printed off - phew. Had to get a taxi home.

And that was my actual last day in the office. I'll be meeting up with the team for my farewell lunch next week, and going to the company social on the 1st, but nevermore shall I sit at that desk in front of that PC with my Kerbal Space Program wallpaper trying to help folk out with silly IT that isn't playing the game (as in work, not actual games) properly as it should. Awww.. Emotional.

Anyway, it made me feel like an old lady. Well, made me feel like a young lass (I'm 19, OK? I don't CARE what the thrice-bedamned spawn of nameless slime of a calendar says!) that's feeling like an old biddy due to ill health. No fair! How am I supposed to chase young women if I'm this decrepit?

Best motivation ever for getting better! Right, I'm off for a recovery-nap!

08-23-2017, 09:06 AM	#4057
Esme nha Maire Member How Do You Identify?: Tomboyish eccentric antique femme Preferred Pronoun?: She/her Relationship Status: single Join Date: Jul 2017 Location: UK Posts: 642 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,196 Thanked 2,078 Times in 541 Posts Rep Power: 19310770	Tired and old. First time out of my flat since being in hospital from Saturday afternoon through to Monday lunchtime. I wasn't too bad walking a few hundred yards to the station (with my handbag and some bits in a 2-wheel shopping trolley), or walking another few hundred yards to the main station, or a similar distance at the other end to my (now ex-) place of work, but up and down a couple of small flights of stairs a couple of times to get my degree application printed off - phew. Had to get a taxi home. And that was my actual last day in the office. I'll be meeting up with the team for my farewell lunch next week, and going to the company social on the 1st, but nevermore shall I sit at that desk in front of that PC with my Kerbal Space Program wallpaper trying to help folk out with silly IT that isn't playing the game (as in work, not actual games) properly as it should. Awww.. Emotional. Anyway, it made me feel like an old lady. Well, made me feel like a young lass (I'm 19, OK? I don't CARE what the thrice-bedamned spawn of nameless slime of a calendar says!) that's feeling like an old biddy due to ill health. No fair! How am I supposed to chase young women if I'm this decrepit? Best motivation ever for getting better! Right, I'm off for a recovery-nap!