as we left the skyscraper in manhattan where we work last night, we set the outgoing email message to tell news of our absence on medical leave until September 29th.
the office was empty.
we turned off the lights (we never use the overhead – we have aesthetic standards so we have beautiful lamps).
and took the lift/elevator to the ground floor. got the subway. and tried to release the last conversation: “you’re not seriously going to be offline?!”
it’s called medical leave for a reason.
and tumours/tumors/Tobias and his sisters (and other bits of our body they’ve damaged) are going to be cut out.
and that will be painful.
and we’ll take the time to heal.
so we said: Yes.
and left it at that.
if we’d spoken up before, we might not have had to learn this lesson the hard way. which would be surprising to people that know us in RL (we have a pretty forceful, albeit quite charming, personality ;)
sometimes the outsides don’t match the insides.