Well it is official and I can now say to everyone without the risk of upsetting anyone... I am to be retired on the grounds of ill health.
Blimey that feels really weird now I have been told from Occupational Health that I have done my duty and it's time to go as from this day onwards I am off on sick leave. That was the bit that made me blubber as that part was so final. So bless him, he relented and said ok I could go back into work to close down my computer, finish off anything that I needed to and say my goodbyes, then I have to go to the doctors to get signed off and sit it out at home till the official letter comes.
In my terms, it means go in down load all my holiday photos etc on to a magic stick thing, spend a bit longer with Sam and then go. I have been allowed two weeks tops and allowed 15 hrs to 20 hrs a week to do it in, but I must be gone by then.
To be honest, my mind has already left and I can see me doing a week at the most, which will be long enough to meet my bosses and then get going. It's not as if I won't ever see my friends again. Sounded really odd having him say that I was extremely ill, I think can't get my head around the fact that I am actually ill!
Poor Jean had me blubbering again and even though I knew it was coming, I was pretty bloody shocked. Amazing what a cream tea in Sainsbury's does for you... thanks Jean!
Lots of cuddles later, some work mates shocked and some just very relieved, I left and got ready for my girlies to come round for a meal.
Lesson learnt tonight is do not have a glass or two of wine on an empty tummy while cooking the meal. Made the fatal error of putting my squishy tray down on the cooker hob while serving up, which was turned off in my defence, but hadn't cooled down enough.
Result was silk stuck to hob and millions of polystyrene balls flowing out of the melted hole where the silk should have been. Some balls were melting on the hob along with the silk whilst stinking out my kitchen and all the other balls that got away, were getting away all over my kitchen floor! Julie... Lynn help!
I now about 15hrs later have the headache from hell and I am a bad tempered as Satan himself. My mother has run out of milk and lo and behold it's down to me again to go fetch. Have the other three children been adopted do you think and I have been left an only child????
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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!
No comments:
Post a Comment