Walking tall, talking softly and carrying something big and wooden
i went to counseling today. Clevedon, looks strangely similar to Norfolk ('Never Let Me Go' joke) complete with container ship steaming out to sea, keeping me entertained while i sat in my car eating sandwiches and killing time before the appointment.
An appointment that went really quickly. For the first time I wasn't aware of how short two hours was, but my counselor got me talking about the stuff that was a kick-switch to much else in my head. The stuff that is causing my PTSD.
It really stems from fear. That's what i think at any rate, the fear of things.
I get home after this, to find my mom's got a letter from NHS payroll telling me they're docking me to half pay on account of my sickness since November. Clearly no one told payroll I'd been back in work since December 6th. I am not happy, and after writing an email to payroll stating the situation I am planning to go and pay payroll a visit on monday morning. sharp.
if they cannot inform the NHS bank to pay my account the proper full-time amount I don't mind, I'll take a cheque for the balance.
Sorry, I'll rephrase. I WILL take a cheque for the balance. Like Omar off The Wire (pictured above), you feel me?
I'm like Teddy KGB: "I vant ma mon-nee?" complete in bad Russian accent.
Tomorrow it's gym, draft guide, writing. In that order. Maybe with a sponge cake thrown in for good measure. And my mom's just told me that in return for her and my poppa's help this year with my apartment she would like me to cook Chris-machah dinner this year.
Oh. Turkey and latkes, fair enough.. *gulp* does that mean sprouts too? I hate sprouts :(
An appointment that went really quickly. For the first time I wasn't aware of how short two hours was, but my counselor got me talking about the stuff that was a kick-switch to much else in my head. The stuff that is causing my PTSD.
It really stems from fear. That's what i think at any rate, the fear of things.
I get home after this, to find my mom's got a letter from NHS payroll telling me they're docking me to half pay on account of my sickness since November. Clearly no one told payroll I'd been back in work since December 6th. I am not happy, and after writing an email to payroll stating the situation I am planning to go and pay payroll a visit on monday morning. sharp.
if they cannot inform the NHS bank to pay my account the proper full-time amount I don't mind, I'll take a cheque for the balance.
Sorry, I'll rephrase. I WILL take a cheque for the balance. Like Omar off The Wire (pictured above), you feel me?
I'm like Teddy KGB: "I vant ma mon-nee?" complete in bad Russian accent.
Tomorrow it's gym, draft guide, writing. In that order. Maybe with a sponge cake thrown in for good measure. And my mom's just told me that in return for her and my poppa's help this year with my apartment she would like me to cook Chris-machah dinner this year.
Oh. Turkey and latkes, fair enough.. *gulp* does that mean sprouts too? I hate sprouts :(