I survived my last day of work. I was determined to make it through the day without crying but that was ruined at 6:45 AM....yes....AM. Two of my dear coworkers (night shifters) decided to see how quickly they could make me cry. I think I lasted all of 10 seconds. Mission accomplished. Good thing I love those two. Otherwise, I'd be mad!
The girls planned a surprise "last day of work" party filled with mexican lasagna, bean/corn salad, other yummy dips, and cupcakes! MFP took a day off today (although I think I was doing good on my calories until the red velvet cupcake). I'm sure it will yell at me tomorrow for not logging my intake. This is a prime example of why I'm so upset about leaving the unit. I have amazing coworkers who went out of their way to make my last day special. I even got a banner, just like we make for our kiddos who finish chemo! I truly am blessed to know these women.
Man....it's 1am already. I have a 5am wake up call for my 5K. In a few short hours, you can call me Iron Girl!!!