So, I’m off work for two weeks! Other than being prodded by the NHS, no real plans. It’s been a rough three weeks at work, covering a lot of call out, being the person in the office who gets asked all the questions you don’t want to get asked, but I survived, just. It seems to be a common issue in March with lots of people taking holiday. Last year was similar I remember.
It’ll take me a few days to get over it all and really relax. The oddest thing happens first though – I get really down and pretty angry with the whole world, which is where I am today. I’m lucky that Grete understands and doesn’t get too pissed off at me.
So a few days of this feeling and then I’ll be able to enjoy not being at work.
Got my letter this morning saying the blood test results are in, but doesn’t list what they are. I may find out at the nurse appointment or I may need to ring the doctor. I’m sort of hoping the bit where it said ‘this appointment is non-urgent’ means they don’t think my medication needs reviewing and hence the results are okay, but that may just be wishful thinking.
I really am not a nice person to be around when I’m in this kind of mood, I think Tracey may regret her choice of weekend for visiting. Ah well.