Hiatus....

I took another unintended hiatus.  Sorry.

So, let me make this Wordy Wednesday.

My husband and I are on the upswing from being down with Influenza B.  I've never been diagnosed with influenza ever in my life but that doesn't mean I didn't have it before.  Since I don't remember ever having the flu before, I had no idea what the symptoms were and when I started coughing horribly last Monday, I thought it was allergies since this is my allergy season.  I got chemo infusion last Tuesday and I started feeling worse.  I called off work on Wednesday (I had been off Tuesday because I was in the hospital all day) and went back on Thursday. I was there five minutes before I was sent home and I went immediately to my doctor's office to be seen.  I hated showing up without calling but I didn't have a voice.  I was swabbed (worst.experience.ever) and then was told no work until at least Monday (of this week).  I went back and things went downhill fast.  I'm not going to put my business on full blast on the blog but being a Christian and trying to live in a Godly way I had to make a very difficult decision and after prayer, meditation, talking to my husband and a coworker who is a personal friend I decided I had two options: continue to work there and be put in situations that were uncomfortable (not to mention the job turned me back into a potty mouth and I wasn't being a good example of Christ) or I could quit and trust in God that He will acknowledge my actions and my heart and keep me and provide for me a job where I can flourish and where my salvation will be a benefit.  I wrote a rather scathing resignation letter that, apparently, as either been seen by or read to most, if not all, of my previous coworkers.  My previous boss as not even seen it himself.  I stand by what I wrote just as I stand firm on my faith and in my convictions.  I included dates and times.  I learned a long time ago that you document the heck out of your professional life.  While a smaller, more trifling person, would engage in further follow up, I have spoken my piece and have dusted my hands off and now I'm moving forward.

Monday was the first day of my last.graduate.class.ever.  I have 8 more weeks and then I'm finished.  I will have a Masters degree.  I'm elated.  Deeply in debt but elated.

Where do we stand on foster parenting?  We are going to give it another go 'round.  I pray it goes better this time.

My eyes are drooping so I'm going to close but I wanted to put at least an update out there for y'all.