I'm still off work, and will be for some more time yet. However I've been given leave back—I was using my personal leave to cover it—which is an acknowledgement from my greater workplace of the merit of my case for time away due to workplace injury. So that's pretty cool. And there is also now, as I understand it, an official acceptance that I will not go back to my oldwork.
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I met with P--- recently. I used to work near P--- and he was one of those rare people you instantly click with. Ten years my senior he joined the public service in the days where he actually got envelopes with his pay in cash. He is also a man who stands up for his colleagues and has a passionate interest in workplace wellness. I emailed him so I could talk about what happened to me and my ideas for the future.
Well I had my fitness assessment—no, he's not going back there again—but this was followed with a doctor's visit which said I was unfit for another few weeks. And, even when I return, it could take weeks for a position to be found that is suitable. Except, of course, I need not go down that path. I am now capable of actively seeking work off the sheer dint of legacy of my decade plus service to the public. I know; I have quite the opinion of myself.
I have to have a fitness assessment by my current organsation. To see how I be in the aftermath of my two months away due to a workplace-induced series of collapses. Well I be better; but I am not yet well. As blogged tremours abound and my gut is firing with growling gurgles of discomfort and pain.
I just re-fired up my play by email, or PBEM, D&D 3.5 (variant) game of 10 years duration. I'd paused the game in the immediate aftermath of my work-induced collapse because my game had been too associated with old work—I used the game as a relaxation break and wellness tool during my working day where I'd take time now and then to ping a move back.
Our lovely super friends—I'll call them the Os—came to visit, with S--- of the super friends being just a year less in age than theBoy. She and he played together, though there were deliciously entertaining tense moments which naturally occur when two ego monsters circle each other. We sat outside in the light cool of an autumnal afternoon and talked about work and about life.
I found out today oldwork provided their account of what happened to me—from their perspective—in regards to my my work-induced collapse. In this account then much blame is placed upon me, with accusations of inappropriate anger on my part and apparent incompetence (feedback I was not offered, however, when I was at work).
Well I had my day procedure. I was dropped off by theWife, processed efficiently by hospital staff, got to wear a snazzy dressing gown, and by 4:30 pm I was out the door and awaiting pick up by theWife downstairs in the foyer of the hospital. Hands down it was the best surgical experience I've had to date. I wasn't scared, even when the admin girls down the bottom asked about organ donation deets.
My system is recovering from anti-biotics, with stomach bacteria boosted by my taking pro-biotics again now the anti-biotic course has run its ... er ... course. But far out ... it's like being dragged back into abdominal pain hell that I used to experience on an almost daily basis.I had to drop theBoy at school. He was running laps of my person as I turned in place and as the cramping pain ate at my insides.