That's pretty much a clear "we're here to fuck with you" thing to do. I run into an attitude where I work that it matters a hell of a lot more how much time you spend sitting at your desk than how much work you actually do. Apparently being a lump is more important than being a productive and contributing employee?

Basically, it blows. I wish you all the luck and mysteriously appearing extra time you could possibly get.

I get a lot of people have it so much worse, but trust me when I say, that is not something that makes me feel better.

You've got a lot going on and a lot of challenges and, wow, it's totally legitimate to be scared and stressed and miserable with pain and dread and want to go have some fun, dammit. I hope getting through the surgery will put you in a place where you can avoide the six month deadline for your depressive cycle.

*sends love and good porn, also food that agrees with you*