Well, at least the titles are getting different!
Monday arrived, start of “working week”. I actually had a meeting today with 3 other colleagues. Every few months we Field based nurses meet up with the Key Account Manager (KAM) (Sales rep!) for our area to discuss the centres we all cover. Yesterday we were supposed to meet up with ours. There were 3 of us nurses. Now this meeting had been postponed from about 6 weeks ago because the KAM had been off ill. I got an e-mail from him saying he was back at work so could we re-arrange the meeting. I got everything in place, co-ordinated my colleagues to meet at a venue convenient for all of us. And he didn’t turn up. No message to say if he was off ill again, or that he couldn’t make the date I arranged. Anyway, my colleagues and I had a good catch up and put the world to rights, as you do.
One of the big topics was the fact that our Manager is leaving us. None of the field team knew. We also discussed that we’re all getting quieter with less referrals coming from the hospitals. We are sure it is because of the new drug. An e-mail came through yesterday letting us know that one of our senior nurses will be taking over the managers role from October. This didn’t come as a surprise, as she was the obvious candidate, and I’ve no problem working with her. This second e-mail also said that negotiations were going well to renew the contract for this project. But it doesn’t stipulate if things will remain the same. I still have the feeling that the team will be slimmed down from what it is now.
So I am concentrating on getting my journalism up and running as I am sure this is the route I will go if anything should happen with my main job.
Just recently I have felt myself slipping back into a little bit of depression again. About 3 months after Mum died last year I had to go to the docs to get some “happy pills” as I could feel myself at a low ebb. I’ve been there before, after Dad’s passing, and knew it would only be short term. In fact , I went to see him (the Doc) again earlier this year, said I was feeling more in control and we cut the dose in half. For some reason, I am slipping again. Lack of sleep, low appetite, short temper (not with anyone close, I’m glad to say) as in inconsiderate drivers winding me up, so I can tell things aren’t right. So I have a doc’s appointment again to see if we can go back on the original dose for a while. I am disappointed with myself because it’s been a year now since I’ve been on them and I really should be off them by now.
I guess thoughts of moving to Cornwall, the job and Lee being an asshole at the minute are all taking their toll. Since we had the house valued Lee has developed some sort of attitude problem. He seems to be doing things to purposely wind us up. We think it is because he knows we want to move and he can see some money coming his way and that’s what he wants. He is bloody hopeless with money. If he has it in his pocket it burns holes and soon disappears. I just hope he sets himself up in somewhere before he loses it all. I really don’t want him back living with us once he’s gone this time. Sounds awful, I guess, but that’s the way we feel. He’s 28 now, and we have looked after him for the last 8 years since the accident. Enough is enough.
The good thing is he has passed another exam towards doing what he wants to do and is waiting for the third part of the course to be fully qualified. It’s some sort of probation support worker. I’m really chuffed that he is looking towards doing something worthwhile and that he has had the confidence boost of actually passing the exams. Now he knows he can do it.
Well, sorry this must have seemed to be such a negative entry today, but it’s where I am at the moment. Anyway, it’s my blog, so there! :-p
Stay Safe, peeps
Hugz
RNBiker
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