Bye-bye
Don’t worry; this isn’t a final bye-bye. I’ll be gone for the next three or four weeks, though, and I thought I’d let you know in case you’ll miss “pastel-on-blue-cardboard” pics. If you are interested in details, clicky!
I’ve been off sick since last September; the condition of my health was a constant up and down. As I don’t want to lose my job, I was searching for a way to get fit for work again.
I don't know how things are handled in other countries; in Germany, a sick person can apply for a health cure/rehabilitation after being sick for a long period of time.
I applied in June, and got the approval two weeks ago. Obviously, they want me to get fit again soon so they don't have to pay for me any longer, and they made it urgent. In the letter I received last week they told me I should be *prepared*. Last Thursday I received another letter that my cure treatment will start next Monday. Hel-LO??? If this isn’t short notice I don’t know what else is! You can imagine I was extremly busy the last days.
They chose a rehabilitation clinic specialized for bowel problems, located in the South of Germany, far, far away from home. *sniff* Usually I go by car, but, lucky girl as I am, our beloved van broke down four weeks ago. *sniffs more* And of course no ready money to buy another car, *sniffs endlessly*
In the time past, we never could afford a new car, and always bought used ones. The advantage of used cars is that they are cheap, the disadvantage is that they don’t last long. When our van broke down, we decided that this time we would get a brand-new car, but to wait until I got that blasted certificate of heritage I’m waiting for since February.
It’s funny. Last Wednesday we were fed up of waiting and ordered a new car, sure it wouldn’t, couldn’t take so much time any longer. And what do you think? When we got home again, what kind of letter do you guess we received? YAI!!!
At last I’ve got it, this certificate of heritage, saying that half of the estate belongs to me. My lawyer acted promptly and applied at the land office for changing ownership of the family house, belonging now to my ‘dear’ sis and me. This, again, will take some time, but when it’s done at last, the house can be sold, my sis can be paid off, and then, hopefully, I’ll find some peace of mind. *sighs*
But still I’ve got no car for at least two months, so I’ll ride by means of public transport. Which means take the tram to get to the station, change trains two times, and then take a bus to reach my destination. Grmpfh. I don’t care travelling this way, but I do care about carrying heavy suitcases about; there wasn’t time enough to send the luggage off beforehand.
Our sleeping room looks a mess, everywhere are heaps of clothes I intend to take, and I still can’t decide what to take. Three weeks, or, if the clinic decides it’s necessary to prolong the stay, four weeks are a long time!
The cure treatment will be all right, I’m sure. I won’t be healed afterwards; Morbus Crohn cannot be healed. But I intend to come back relaxed and fit, and hopefully that at last I will accept being ill and take more care of myself *winks*.
But... What I definitely hate about it:
no hubby during the stay; the clinic is located too far away to be visited on the weekends no smoking inside and outside the building, whaaaa!!! (but maybe that's a chance to quit??? Ok. This is just hopelful thinking. I'm not resolute enough to stop smoking. Not now.) no painting H/D-pics. I’ll take my pastels, though; I just can’t do without them for several weeks. But I can’t very well sit in the common room of the clinic and draw NWS-pics, *g* no internet-connection at the private rooms. But they’ve got something like an internet café; I already checked that. So this gives me hope! E-mails and posts will be ok, no uploads or chats, of course (*sobs*).
Wish me luck that I’ll survive the next weeks, will you? *meep*
Argh. Now I’ve got to draw something. Urgently.
And if it takes the whole night, I don’t care.
The motif? H/D, what else? *winks*
I’ve been off sick since last September; the condition of my health was a constant up and down. As I don’t want to lose my job, I was searching for a way to get fit for work again.
I don't know how things are handled in other countries; in Germany, a sick person can apply for a health cure/rehabilitation after being sick for a long period of time.
I applied in June, and got the approval two weeks ago. Obviously, they want me to get fit again soon so they don't have to pay for me any longer, and they made it urgent. In the letter I received last week they told me I should be *prepared*. Last Thursday I received another letter that my cure treatment will start next Monday. Hel-LO??? If this isn’t short notice I don’t know what else is! You can imagine I was extremly busy the last days.
They chose a rehabilitation clinic specialized for bowel problems, located in the South of Germany, far, far away from home. *sniff* Usually I go by car, but, lucky girl as I am, our beloved van broke down four weeks ago. *sniffs more* And of course no ready money to buy another car, *sniffs endlessly*
In the time past, we never could afford a new car, and always bought used ones. The advantage of used cars is that they are cheap, the disadvantage is that they don’t last long. When our van broke down, we decided that this time we would get a brand-new car, but to wait until I got that blasted certificate of heritage I’m waiting for since February.
It’s funny. Last Wednesday we were fed up of waiting and ordered a new car, sure it wouldn’t, couldn’t take so much time any longer. And what do you think? When we got home again, what kind of letter do you guess we received? YAI!!!
At last I’ve got it, this certificate of heritage, saying that half of the estate belongs to me. My lawyer acted promptly and applied at the land office for changing ownership of the family house, belonging now to my ‘dear’ sis and me. This, again, will take some time, but when it’s done at last, the house can be sold, my sis can be paid off, and then, hopefully, I’ll find some peace of mind. *sighs*
But still I’ve got no car for at least two months, so I’ll ride by means of public transport. Which means take the tram to get to the station, change trains two times, and then take a bus to reach my destination. Grmpfh. I don’t care travelling this way, but I do care about carrying heavy suitcases about; there wasn’t time enough to send the luggage off beforehand.
Our sleeping room looks a mess, everywhere are heaps of clothes I intend to take, and I still can’t decide what to take. Three weeks, or, if the clinic decides it’s necessary to prolong the stay, four weeks are a long time!
The cure treatment will be all right, I’m sure. I won’t be healed afterwards; Morbus Crohn cannot be healed. But I intend to come back relaxed and fit, and hopefully that at last I will accept being ill and take more care of myself *winks*.
But... What I definitely hate about it:
Wish me luck that I’ll survive the next weeks, will you? *meep*
Argh. Now I’ve got to draw something. Urgently.
And if it takes the whole night, I don’t care.
The motif? H/D, what else? *winks*