This post is coming to you from the slightly cloudy greater Chicagoland area. I'm out here for training for work. Day 1 is over, I'll be here until March 20th. Tonight, I'm feeling a little lonely and stressed out. I'm alternating watching House and staring out the window at the traffic passing on the nearby highway, so I figured a blog post might be a little more productive. These two weeks are going to be incredibly learning-intensive and probably somewhat stressful, and my main support system is back in Pennsylvania: my awesome co-workers and my amazing husband.
I guess things are going all right so far. In my training group I've met another poet as well as a lady with Type 1. We bonded in the bathroom as she checked her blood glucose at the sink. Some of the other people seem nice--I will be spending these next 2 weeks with them, so I hope they really are.
Yet, I feel a little stir-crazy. I want a backrub. I need a hug. I'm irritated because the rack of clean towels is actually in the back of the shower so the fresh towels could get wet, and also because somebody mounted the curtains wrong in here so I can't really darken the room. (But I'm not paying for the space, and I have a fridge and a microwave, so I'm not allowed to complain.) And I keep seeing ads for White Castle which are tempting me, but I really have no method to get anywhere with the exception of the hotel! I am hoping I am only temporarily going to be in this restless funk.
But how did it start?
Probably with the takeoff delay from Philadelphia yesterday. I got to the hotel about 2 hours later than I expected to because of it, though I hear I was pretty lucky. Travel times were terrible all over because of bad weather in Chicago. I finally made it here, got some overpriced food from the hotel convenience store ($7 for a Lean Cuisine? UGH, only because I can get reimbursed), and settled in by doing some unpacking.
At some point, it dawns on me...I have everything I need.
Except extra insulin.
I forgot to pack the extra Novolog bottles. Frantic phone call to husband, give him address of hotel, insulin got sent out today, will arrive Wednesday. Problem solved, crisis averted.
Deep breaths, Hannah. Deep breaths.
This is all going to be fun and worthwhile. I just know it. I wish I felt more like I wasn't starting off on the wrong foot. Reading this post in its entirety, it doesn't seem all that bad, but I still feel down in the dumps. And I keep worrying about what's happening at work without me.
I just wish I didn't have to be having one of these days so far from home.