A little bit of normal is here and I’m loving it. This is the first week where I’ve felt like I can do things without making too much of a back-up plan. If they said I could go back to work next week then I would. And in hindsight that kind of fits because my GP originally said a number of weeks but it turned out that meant going back Christmas week – i.e. next week – and so she said avoid the busy-ness of that and go back in the new year. How funny and cool that she predicted to a tee.
The weirdity of being off ill for more than a couple of days is, of course, that you’re not in a position to enjoy the fact you have some time off. My boss recently pointed out that when you’re in most need of a proper holiday is when you’re too busy or too sick to take one. Apart from the insurance issue, getting there is too tricky and tiring, exploring is not an option, energy is not available, your own sofa and bed aren’t there, and basically it’s easier to be at home anyway because you’ve already put everything in the most ergonomic place for the circumstances and worked out how to make it work. Though the idea of sitting by a glorious outdoor pool, with sunshine warming your skin, with a big fat novel (that you can’t read) and a pretty cocktail (that you aren’t allowed to drink) is still the most appealing thing in the world. Anyway… I digress….
Going outside the UK is a no-go because of the travel insurance, but Northern Ireland is in the UK and on Thursday I’m getting on a plane and going for a few days. My friend at the other end has stayed here since ‘the incident’ so knows the score. And, not that I want to feed an already-in-danger-ego, but my dad credits them with the week that he thinks I turned from ‘obviously sick’ to ‘nearly normal’. And, let’s face it, ‘nearly’ is as close as I’ve ever been.
So now I need a new Christmas party frock, because the warfarin weight makes the ones in my wardrobe less flattering than I would like. (I ought to blog on the warfarin weight thing, but my hair stopped falling out before it became an issue so I’m trying to look on the bright side;though WW beckons in the new year!) And then I am sorted. It’s almost like a real holiday. With drugs and sidelong glances from people just checking my head hasn’t exploded!