Ill.

For the past two weeks:
 I have been sitting/sleeping/eating on my couch..
I've been to the doctors office four times..
Eaten more ice cream than I should have
And have watched ps i love you & the notebook at least twice.


needless to say, I've been sick and havent been to work in a week and a half. Which I will admit has been very nice having a little "vaca". Well as I was planning on returning to work today, i had to visit the Doc one last time to get the okay to go back. While sitting there with an awkward clothe like robe over me, the Doc informed me that I would indeed not be going back to work for another week. My first and only thought was "My boss is going to KILL me." I now have to go turn in yet another Doctors note... Well as I did, boss-man told me that my job is now on the line and the next time I come in, I shouldn't be surprised if I get fired......... my heart sank. How on earth is this my fault?! I can barely do anything without getting fatigue and exhausted minutes later. How am I suppose to go to work and stand for eight straight hours while having to walk around.. I can't. I understand completely how stressful it must be for my boss and co-workers to not have someone there for a week and a half. But still, I'd rather them cut my hours than fire me.
Whatever happens, happens. I know the Lord will provide a way and I know all things happen for a reason. I would just like to know what is next.

Until then, I'll be on the couch watching about ten more movies & snuggling with my baby yorkie, sophia