Our crew at work had a great Christmas holiday this year. On the days that we did have to work between Christmas and New Years we spent those days taking courses. My first actual day back to work was January 5, 2010The alarm sounded at 5am. When I tried to move it felt like my whole body had ceased up, something like an old car that needs to be towed to the nearest car swisher place. Trying to get dressed, my husband yelling for me to hurry up, after all it's big money day at work (you have to work your last scheduled day before the holidays and the first one after the holidays to be eligible to collect the holiday pay.) It's surely not a good idea to miss work or even be one minute late today. If you are, you can kiss the holiday pay, good-bye.My husband's roaring "Come On, Come On", we're going to be late. I knew I needed to go to work but it was so hard, I had no strength, I'm trying to force myself to get dressed. This is when I lose it and the tears just start flowing. Hubby comes into the room to see what's taking me so long. He sits down and we have a little chat, God love him, he is always able to make me calm down and get back in control. Just one of the many reasons why I love him. Finally, I'm able to finish getting ready.I was praying it would be one of those days that would get better as it goes on. Not today, each step I took in my work shoes felt like they weighed 25 lbs each. I'd just take a couple of steps and I'd be short of breath. Each time I would get back from getting a grade I would feel as if I was going to collapse, darkness enveloping my head and a very powerful weight on my chest. My day was just pure torture. By noon I knew I just had to leave. I went home at 2pm.I went home instead of going to outpatients but only because I knew my doctor was doing the clinic tonight and it just made more sense to wait a couple of hours and see him. The nurse practitioner came in started taking my blood pressure and 0xygen level, asking questions on how I was feeling and (at one time, it use to be that I never cried, not so anymore.) the old flood gates opened up and I couldn't get them to stop, and the worse thing was she was crying with me. When the doctor arrived, I'm sure the poor man wished he could walk right back out again. The nurse calmed down and started telling him about my day and all I could do was cry and nod my head. Not my finest hour to say the least. When he started examining me, he found I had an infection and started treating me with antibiotics. He put me off work for two weeks. He also wanted to know what I thought of going off work permanently and I told him that just wasn't an option as I wanted and needed to work.
Our crew at work had a great Christmas holiday this year. On the days that we did have to work between Christmas and New Years we spent those days taking courses. My first actual day back to work was January 5, 2010The alarm sounded at 5am. When I tried to move it felt like my whole body had ceased up, something like an old car that needs to be towed to the nearest car swisher place. Trying to get dressed, my husband yelling for me to hurry up, after all it's big money day at work (you have to work your last scheduled day before the holidays and the first one after the holidays to be eligible to collect the holiday pay.) It's surely not a good idea to miss work or even be one minute late today. If you are, you can kiss the holiday pay, good-bye.My husband's roaring "Come On, Come On", we're going to be late. I knew I needed to go to work but it was so hard, I had no strength, I'm trying to force myself to get dressed. This is when I lose it and the tears just start flowing. Hubby comes into the room to see what's taking me so long. He sits down and we have a little chat, God love him, he is always able to make me calm down and get back in control. Just one of the many reasons why I love him. Finally, I'm able to finish getting ready.I was praying it would be one of those days that would get better as it goes on. Not today, each step I took in my work shoes felt like they weighed 25 lbs each. I'd just take a couple of steps and I'd be short of breath. Each time I would get back from getting a grade I would feel as if I was going to collapse, darkness enveloping my head and a very powerful weight on my chest. My day was just pure torture. By noon I knew I just had to leave. I went home at 2pm.I went home instead of going to outpatients but only because I knew my doctor was doing the clinic tonight and it just made more sense to wait a couple of hours and see him. The nurse practitioner came in started taking my blood pressure and 0xygen level, asking questions on how I was feeling and (at one time, it use to be that I never cried, not so anymore.) the old flood gates opened up and I couldn't get them to stop, and the worse thing was she was crying with me. When the doctor arrived, I'm sure the poor man wished he could walk right back out again. The nurse calmed down and started telling him about my day and all I could do was cry and nod my head. Not my finest hour to say the least. When he started examining me, he found I had an infection and started treating me with antibiotics. He put me off work for two weeks. He also wanted to know what I thought of going off work permanently and I told him that just wasn't an option as I wanted and needed to work.
Ce post m'a beaucoup aide dans mon positionnement. Merci pour ces informations
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome and I am glad to be of an assistance.
ReplyDelete