Well, today was the day. I met with my manager and told her that I thought the time had come for me to leave my job. She was very kind, said she thought it was admirable that I'd been able to continue this long, and told me how to go about the process of applying for disability. The strange, awful thing about our meeting was that partway through it, she received a phone call telling her that her father had just been killed, run over by a garbage truck. She had to take a few minutes out, of course, and then insisted on continuing with me as she knew she would be away for awhile and didn't want to leave me hanging. What a strong person.

So I'm a little relieved and a little sad and a whole bunch scared about what on earth I'm going to do with myself. The last few months I haven't had the energy to do much BUT work. And now I have to tell everybody. I'll be very glad when the transition time is over. Sigh.