I got home monday evening. Now it is friday evening. I decided I should probably get some groceries - I have been subsisting on takeaway coffee and restaurant lunches since I got home. My sleep pattern is still weird: I fall asleep in the evening when I should, and get up in the morning when I should, but in the middle of the night I am awake (usually between 2300 and 0200).
Picked up the cat wednesday, he is happy to be home and more clingy than usual (!).
I am having some sort of mysterious skin reaction; which I am ready to blame on water that smells of chlorine. Patches of my skin all over my body is dry in a way that is reminiscient of scabs on sores. Also my nails flaked apart completely, probably same thing. At the moment wearing plastic nails (that fall off if I take a shower) to protect my sensitive fingertips lacking their usual nail protection. Meh. OK, so the water is one thing I really do not like about being in the states. Some places it is fine, but most places it smells like a public swimming pool and hurts me. Becoming scaly. Sss.
With the sick leave I have been gone from work since december 15th until feb 14th (being there in total five days, three of which were partial days). I was somewhat demotivated before the absence, getting back felt so-so. Today, fourth day back, I actually left work with a sense that it'll be fine. I understood stuff and even had the answers to something (though they might simply have asked me to boost my confidence), and I'll manage, somehow. Optimism reasserted itself!
Unless you'd noticed from my comments elsewhere, I had a great time in the States. I did not want to go home. I want to go back. There are all these lovely beautiful people I would like to spend more time with.