Happiness Hangover

It's been a week since I had what had to be the best day of my life so far. I worked really hard all summer on something and it came to fruition. I never thought when I started this job that we'd actually pull off what we did. I wish I could share the details here but my job comes with a no blogging rule, so I really can't talk about it. Let's just say that I experienced a huge victory and now have employment for another three months. (And with any luck, we'll end up changing the country in the process.)

I had to put the lump out of my mind from the day I found it until the end of last week, or I never would have made it through several 18 and 20 hour days in the beginning of the week. I did. I didn't tell anyone, except for a couple of people who read it here, of course, and contacted me. I promptly told them to call me in a few days; I just couldn't even think about it.

I succeeded very well in not thinking about it. It's easy for me to not remember something I'd rather forget. I succeeded so well that I forgot to call the doctor for 3 days after I could have. Oh, but what glorious days they were. There was the celebration that went to all hours of the night, ending with about 7 people crashing in my hotel room; there was getting to sleep away half of the next day after weeks of nothing but late nights and early mornings, weekends included. There was the flood of emails and phone calls congratulating me and wishing me luck. I had a happiness hangover for 3 days.

Then it wore off.