I dunno why but I have the blooming song from Mary Poppins going round in my head WTH?
Anyway that's my explaining out of the way - on with the blog. Another blog on this site has prompted me to write more of a blog-style summary of my rather stressful week and I am planning to write a book soon so this will be good practice.
(Just a little note to say that If this post is too long for you, rather than leaving negative feedback, just don't bother reading it thanks! Fibro is stressful and awful enough without knocking back a person's self-esteem because you don't like what they wrote or thought it wasn't topical)
I should have known on Sunday night when I was curling my hair and accidentally grabbed the tongs what kind of week lay ahead for me. After plunging my poor burned fingers under cold water for 2 minutes (I timed it with the oven timer - also useful for running baths etc) I decided I was going to 'think positive' and just get on with things. I was already nervous because I was going back to work the next day after a 2 months absence. I got a nice classy outfit together, so as to make an entrance and went to bed, ready for whatever the following day had to bring. Could I sleep? Could I heck - not a wink, the sandman did not want to call at this address on that particular night. I finally managed to nod off briefly at roughly the time I should be getting up grr! I dragged myself out of the pit, shovelled the slap on and donned my new togs: ruffle-collared pin-striped shirt, knee-length designer skirt, knee length victorian boots (all in black), black cardi, little fur-trimmed jacket and with my butterflies doing somersaults in my tummy, off I set - or so I thought. I got to the doctor's only to discover that he had not put a return date on my 'fit-note', so after all the planning and worrying, I couldn't even go to work - so I went to ASDA instead! I was at least the best-dressed person in there!
I went back home and had a nap then went to see Jerry the pony. I think he was pleased to see me but couldn't really tell as he was engrossed in his grub. At least I saw some lovely people, including my good friend who has been looking after him. II gave 12 quid to Norma who was getting the wormers in, another 5 that I owed for a sponsored ride and suddenly my purse was empty! My fibro was beginning to play up by then because of the accumulation of stress and driving. I got home and gave myself reiki then took my meds and went to bed. Success I managed a substantial amount of ZZZZs.
Tuesday - I finally went into work, enjoyed the attention from my colleagues, was having a fairly good day, then had my 'back to work' interview and after a nice long chat about changes at work etc etc, how I was only coming in for a couple of hours the first day, 3 hours the rest of the week, 4 and 5 hours next week etc etc, she dropped the bombshell: "We are thinking of moving you into stage 2 sickness!" I pointed out that has I had been pushed into having the operation by management, I did not think this was fair, she said, 'Oh we can discuss this at the review meeting". I felt sick and dizzy at this point. It is unfair, I had an accident, I've not been off with the flu! I'm still waiting to hear from my Union rep. Anyway my review meeting was going to be the 30th November, but I've since heard that it will be the 5 December - oh what a Christmas present - joy and goodwill to all men unless they are ill!
I left at 3 having been at work a couple of hours looking forward to a nice relaxing evening at home, boy was I ever wrong! My Bengal kitten, in her infinite wisdom decided that mummy's diclofenac was a tasty treat and when I accidentally dropped one, she gobbled it up. The rest of the week went by in a blur of: chase kitty round the house, try make kitty sick - fail to make kitty sick, ring vets, panic, take kitty to vets, vets panic, go home, go back to vets to take kitty to overnight vets, pay lots of money, ring vets several times a day, 2 anxious nights and 2 bottles of red wine. Finally hear kitty is ok, take other kitten for his post-neuter check - he's given all-clear, go and collect other kitty, call in at Sainsbury's for nice food, get home and R.E.L.A.X.
No wonder today I am exhausted. My bad shoulder is killing me, the rest of me aches in sympathy, I have no energy. I got up at 2.30, I am still in PJs - so sue me! I said I'd 'get dressed' to take OH to ASDA, in reality, this consisted of long cardi and coat over my pjs with knee length boots! I stayed in the car, parked near the loading bay as everybody else does, glaring at all the people who parked in the disabled spot just cos it was closer and clearly didn't have badges. I AM disabled but I don't have a blue badge so I do not park in marked bays!
We watched some weird animated film about post-apocalyptic robot rag-dolls (try saying that several times) and now we are worrying about Khaleesi because she won't eat - although this could be because the Zantac tastes so icky (we ended up wearing half of the last dose) will ring the vets again if she is still off her food tomorrow.
Acheivements this week:
Going back to work
Going to see Jerry
Buying two Christmas presents
Getting car tax
Met new neighbour from noisy house next door (young girl, seems nice apologised for noise)
Arranged building repairs
Impressed people at work with spreadsheet skills
Failed to move all the stuff from the walls ready for re-wiring
Didn't go see Jerry today
Looming sickness review
Dare not check bank balance!
Feel like I've been run over by a double decker bus
Tomorrow I plan to go and see Jerry and maybe even sit on him! I might go and meet the neighbour's kids so I can put faces to the screams!
PS can you tell I've been reading Adrien Mole lol