Well haven't been on here properly in absolutely ages.. (There must be lots of new members so hello :)) Now feel like I'm ready for a good old moan. Mostly brought on by what happened at work yesterday. Working over my hours AGAIN. (Sorry, this is going to be a long one.)
I do 6 hours a week working as a care assistant (2x3 hour shifts) and I'm usually the extra person on. Well, not yesterday. Somebody on shift had taken someone to the hospital and wasn't back by the time I was meant to be leaving.. so I got roped into doing it Work is a very sore subject for me. They've actually been ok with me reducing my hours.. and after some very "not very supportive managers", we have one that is fine with me figuring out my own hours to suit me. (Although I am a bit peeved that she didn't even know what it was what was wrong with me and has made no attempt to find out how it affects me/what the illness is! >:()
The thing is, the 3 hours that I do absolutely kill me. I go earlier to sit before I start and try to sit down whenever I can but in that kind of environment you always feel you have to get up and help when the buzzers are going. If I'm not getting a lift home I'll sit for 30-60 mins after to recover a little bit and try and sike myself up for the walk. Then get food and try and bathe or wash when I get in. I try and plan everything so I have no plans consecutive days running (not always possible, especially now seeing a psychologist on a regular basis so out another day) because I just get so fatigued. I just dread going out anywhere because it means having to get up, then dressed and out somewhere. Then how I'll feel the next day. I know a lot of you can relate to this but everyone else.. I'm meaning at work.. just doesn't get it. Then adding the fact I've been relying on Tramadol emotionally and physically for over the past year. Without it I think I'd be a complete wreck! (I've been to the doctors about this now.)
Back to at work, before I knew I was stopping for longer I was having to get a chair and sit down while sorting the food for tea and pouring cups of teas :/
When I found out I had to stay I went outside and sat and cried. It just absolutely completely exhausts me. I ended up staying till half 6. By that time my boyf had come to get me so some of the time I was crashed out sat with him. When I had to move.. and I'm not kidding here.. I was crawling on the floor because I just couldn't get up. I was waiting for the lift to come down so sat down.. just crawled into it and crawled back out at the top
Luckily, my boyfriends mum came to pick us up. think I'd be sat there til 10 'o' clock otherwise. Finally got into bed at quarter past 2 but the aches in my legs were unbelievable!
I've told them before I can't do over my hours.. nobody listens To them, yes, it's just an hour and a half. To me.. it affects the quality of my life!
So I don't really know what to do. I'm thinking of asking to reduce my hours further.. but will one hour really make that much of a difference? Should I stop altogether? The only reason I haven't is because I'm worried about money.. and I'm currently going through an appeal. Just waiting for a date for my tribunal to come through. How long can you do this to your body though. I've carried on working for 4 years through this and have never just given up and said I'm not working.. always worked myself over the limit. I don't think I can do it anymore
Has anybody else been in this situation? I could really do with some advice. How would you even go about stopping work? and how would it change the appeal?