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Back to Work… and Still a Little Cloudy

Today, I dragged my sore, tired self back to work. Let’s just say, I wasn’t exactly sparkling with cheer—more like a grumpy little raincloud trying its best to float through the day.

Every move hurt. Every stretch, every shuffle in my chair sent a wince across my face. It made the hours feel longer than usual. My bosses? Well, they knew I had the biopsy on Tuesday and that I was home yesterday recovering. But no one asked, “Are you okay?” Not a word.

Part of me tries not to let it sting. They don’t owe me anything. I’ve only been here three months. Maybe I should just be thankful they let me head off to appointments without fuss. Still… it would have been nice to feel seen.

The highlight? Finally having that first shower in two days. Oh, how good it felt to rinse off the ache and heaviness, even if just for a moment. For now, that’s my little silver lining.

—Cloudy Cheer 🌧🚿

[cloudycheer]

Bones, Bruises and a Bit of Pizza

Today was a big day—one of those days where everything feels just a little heavier than usual.

I took UBER to work, then to the hospital, and back home again—since driving was off the cards after my procedure. My housemate didn’t say anything before heading out, probably forgot what today was. And you know what? That’s okay. I don’t want to feel like I’m keeping score with anyone. No tallying up favours. No emotional debts.

The biopsy itself… well, it wasn’t exactly a rainbow. The doctor said my bone was tougher than expected—go me, I guess?—which meant he had to, and I quote, “punch” harder than usual to get the needle through. Not the most comforting visual, but hey, mission accomplished. He got the samples.

Now it’s me, some Panadol, and strict no-shower rules for 48 hours. Honestly? I crawled into bed after getting home and ordered pizza. Sometimes that’s all you can do—survive the storm and feed yourself something warm.

I may be sore, but I’m still here. Still cloudy. Still trying.

—Cloudy Cheer 🌧🍕