I survived my first day back at work and was only 10mins late, but I had been helping a disabled student in the car park so I think I did well.
I did get up about 10mins early as I wanted a bath and everything seemed to take three times longer as my bungalow has suddenly turned into an assault course when trying to get round it attached to my tubing. The mozzie net will have to come down now as the tubing gets caught up on that a lot. The clothes horse, although helpful for hanging my nose specs on while washing my hair in the bath, turned into a bally nightmare when trying to get to the sink to clean my teeth etc.
All a learning curve, I'll soon get the hang of this.
Using my Docobo was quite exciting, god I have a sad life if I think that's exciting! No what I meant, was I meant was I did it with no hitches and I didn't confuse it, as Sam will tell you, I am a button pusher extraordinaire!
Work was non stop until about 3pm when it started to slow down thank goodness.
A bit concerned when I had my back to work interview that I was told by my line manager that she would be coming into the meeting that I had requested with my boss to update my her whats happening at the moment to me. It was supposed be an informal chat and update, so I'm hoping that a push to going part-time isn't on the cards.
Until I know whether going part-time would affect my pension or not, or whether it's actually what I want etc then I'm staying as I am. I think tomorrow I will work out how many days I've had off sick this year so far ready for the meeting. A couple on the floor have been off for a year from having a baby and that's their choice, an end stage disease is not my choice! I think it's about 15 to 20 days off since before Christmas, so it will be interesting to find out.
Other than that it was lovely to see Sam and have the banter that we do so well, surprising how we both missed that.
Lots of Love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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