I walked out of the house carrying my laptop bag, there was, if not a spring in my step, at least a little jaunt.
I was on my way to work. First time since November last year. Although I'll admit that my brain isn't A+, it's better than it was in December (like I know my name).
I park the car and walk into work...
and that is where it stops.
I find that I haven't got 'back to work' clearance from my neurosurgeon; even though I went and asked him for it after last weeks 'back to work' meeting. Worse, I can't work without it. So I go downstairs and find he is in surgery all day but will complete it when I have an appointment tomorrow; present it to his colleagues Friday. At this rate, I should be back at work come next Monday!
God. This afternoon I had rehab. The girl who is my Social Worker had me in there crying the afternoon away. Crying because the Moodle didn't love me. Crying because I couldn't work; was too stupid too in any case. Crying because my boss said I should sit somewhere else!
At least I've given her purpose as she navigates through this shitty life. She suggested I sue!