Hi
I went into work yesterday, and it was a lot better experience than over Easter. What a difference that week off made to my strength.
I got in at 9.45am and it was a good time for the train as it wasn't too busy. I took a roll for lunch with me in my bag, which meant I didn't have to navigate the canteen with a tray and lots of people at lunchtime when I might be feeling a bit wobbly. I went straight into a meeting with some suppliers who weren't very happy, and was pleased that my brain functioned well throughout which was the thing I was worrying most about with a proper return to work (I've been finding myself forgetting words and getting detail wrong previously - what I do when tired).
Two things that didn't work so well:
- my boss insisted on putting an extra meeting in my diary, which extended my day at work to 5.15pm - despite me agreeing my hours with him. I will follow that up with him today to point out the consequences of his actions. The worst thing was, I didn't even need to be in the meeting, it was him panicking rather than taking the time to think things through.
- I had taken a cushion into work with me for when I have to sit in meetings that have uncomfortable chairs. One of my colleagues came up to me and made a joke about it, asking if I have to use it due to having piles. I wish I'd said yes. Instead I sat and wondered at the stupidity of some people.
As an aside, I don't think that (we) British people are very good at knowing how to deal with issues around illness, disability, - bodies generally? etc, as we tend to treat such things as private and not to be talked about. Maybe I'm wrong, but very few of what I had considered my good friends have been in touch, to offer help or support while I've been recovering. Apart from one friend who has had both hips and elbows replaced over the years. Maybe it is largely to do with the individuals own experience that tempers how they react?