It's 6'o'clock in the morning and I've been up for an hour sorting out paperwork and emails in the bureaucratic nightmare of trying to get me back into work.
I've been off work for two months, and I'm tired. Tired of being at home, tired of having no routine and tired of being scared about money.
I thought getting back would be simple - wheelchair - will work. But no - form after form, GP evidence, Rehab program blah blah - not gonna bore me by writing it all. I have given up chasing the NHS for a fix and accepted that it will be the middle of next year by the time anything happens.
I'm keeping a smile on my face as the end of October has just past and terrible things happen at the end of Octobers. I know terrible things are not going to happen this year - but I'm not over the last end of October yet so its hard to believe that other people are over it.
I'm knitting a something. It doesn't matter what it is as long as it stops me thinking.
At the start of the week, I spent a lovely 2 days in Birmingham and a night with
liamp and
mysstickle and on Wednesday
merryjom came to stay and rescued me from a knitting disaster in the making. Tried to get hold of
20_4 whilst in brum but methinks I gave short notice and that didn't happen. Sorry 20_4!!!
We are cancelling Christmas hols to Prague, as we've been there before and it is not a good place to be in a wheelchair. Plus, I don't like the idea of flying at the best of times, and the pain that I'm in now requires me to not be sat in an airline seat with no chance of doing my stretches whenever I need.
Cats are fine, all of them seemed to enjoy Merryjom's visit - particularly the flirtatious Moglin and the blatant hussy Oscar who slept at her side and abandoned me!!!
Family haven't really had enough contact with me to do anything bad or good recently.
M is wonderful and I couldn't have got through the last two months without his support. I just hope I'm not wearing his patience thin.
We are considering buying a S.A.D Lightbox so that neither of us goes off in the winter months, although I can already see signs of mild mold in both of us.
Thats it for now - its now 6.24 and I should think about getting some more sleep before the real day starts. I probably won't even make it to the bedroom before the insomnia panic sets in - but its worth thinking about anyway.
Night night.