I work on the arm, going to physical therapy twice a week, following a regime of prescribed exercises several times a day at home, wearing the brace at night. It is annoying, painful, and slow-going, but I am patient and diligent and there is evidence of slow gradual improvement. I do as I’m told. I do more than I’m told. I assume that a full recovery is possible because it must be. This is the only bit of my life over which I feel I have any influence, can Improve through my own efforts and I will.
I simply will.
As for the bleed, I have no control over that. In the rolling of the dice over physical conditions, I have traditionally come out unlucky. I get the stupidest, most painful, most embarrassing and disgusting conditions in the book and then, in brilliant strokes of insult to injury, I am notoriously unlucky in my health care providers. If a diagnosis can be missed or delayed, somehow that’s the path my medical magicians prefer to choose.
I could come out worse though. On top of the discomfort, the embarrassment, the disfigurement, and the inconvenience of all these layers of conditions, the dice could have come up with something fatal.
And that, of course, was the big scare with the bleeding.
Not to be too dramatic but - internal bleeding over a prolonged period of time - well, I don’t think I was over-reacting by wondering just how bad my luck had turned this time.
The good news is that my luck is just as bad as ever - but no worse.
The problem (and no, I’m not getting specific with the disgustingness that is my physical condition) is serious enough, long term and unpredictable, but it is not going to kill me.
Oh joy. More limitations. Another layer. So my life.
And you’re probably wondering about the cliff-hanger of a job situation I left the last entry with. Well, I’m still just hanging in there.
A week later and I have not been called in for a meeting with administration. Although I debated it all week long, I didn’t screw together enough, what, courage, to walk down and ask right out, make them tell me on way or the other whether I get to continue in my stress-puppy of a position or I’m fired at the worst possible time financially.
Nope, I just waited and waited and never found out.
Every other secretary was called in and either moved into a different position or fired. I am the only one not spoken to.
Naturally, I find this quite disconcerting.
Either, I am going to be fired and they don’t have the courtesy to give me decent notice
Or, and this is almost as bad,
They haven’t met with me because they want me to continue in my current position and they don’t have the decency to simply let me know.
Either way, one thing is absolutely certain.
They’re jackasses.
Whatever.
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