6: Only nauseous

I spent twelve hours with colleagues at a work conference today. Here I am, five hours away from home, when all I really want is a hug from Jon and him telling me that it will be ok. He did call me and said these words but they sounded hollow. I guess I only wanted that hug.

I’m trying to delay the processing of what just happened until the weekend as best as I can. I haven’t looked at the Internet all day. I am trying to stay here in my current bubble to get through the next two days. The first speaker this morning acknowledged briefly what happened last night (I suspect that most if not all people in the room felt the same devastation), we took a moment to take a deep breath, and then we decided that we had to continue with our good work. So we spent the rest of the day listening to presentations, trying to be engaged in scientific discourse, and pushing down any feelings as a reaction to the election outcome.

I am squeezing in this blog post just before midnight because I have another long day of meetings ahead of me tomorrow. For now, I just feel nauseous. I know I am not alone.