I Stitched!

I took me a while (and quite a few Xanax to get my hands to quit shaking enough to work), but I finally started stitching again and I've barely stopped since! I left off on Alice and the B's:

And, although some of the work was done before I went "inside", here's where Cindy is now:

Right now, I'm still not ready to put them down and work on something else...I need the familiarity right now. I'm not stitching very fast, but I'm also not having any focus issues, which surprises me.

Tomorrow, I have to go back to work. It's why I'm stopping stitching earlier than normal because the fear is getting too great and my hands are shaking too bad again to stitch effectively. I can't thank you guys enough for all your support! It never ceases to amaze me how great all you guys are!

Unfortunately, I doubt I can say the same thing for my co-workers and I figure there will be a lot of judgement on me tomorrow. Normally, I could care less what those people think of me so I'm not sure why I care now, it's probably because I'm just too open and vulnerable to almost every little thing. To be honest, I'm not sure how many people at work actually know what happened to me and, the ones that do know, don't know the whole story. Once my Asper mouth gets running though, I probably won't be able to shut up about it.

I managed to go into work Saturday when no one was there and got somewhat caught up. Once I stepped out of the house, I practically ran to the car because my neighbors were all out roaming around. I tried to go to Sonic and get a soda, but I couldn't even go through the drive thru, so I failed that mission, but once I got to the lab, it was easy to get in the building because it's across the street from a busy hospital and people were EVERYWHERE. When I was inside, it was easy to get to my office, but I couldn't close the door to my office. That is going to be a problem. I had planned on spending my "real" work week locked in my office. I can't do that if I can't close the door. I am literally going to be a fishbowl. But then again, maybe it's just a people thing...I seem to run like a chicken when I see people, so maybe, come tomorrow, I'll be locking that door the moment I step through it. Here's hoping! And here's hoping that everyone will be terrified of the "crazy" and leave me alone! Stay tuned.