Look on the bright side of life

I must admit both Colin and I have found this a bit difficult lately. After visiting the Occupational Health department on Monday we have been feeling a little low. Thank you for all your supportive comments and I will say something but I want to wait until I can be sure my report has been written. I have just typed but now deleted the insensitive things the doctor read out to me and Colin on Monday. Why would I want to upset you and spoil your day. I am also reducing my patch to 25mcg which may account for the increase in my hot flushes and depressed mood. Never mind I am sure we will pick up. We are just about to go on a nice walk in the countryside with our lovely dog. We did this on Monday evening and went out at 6pm and didn’t get home until 7.50pm. I have also just spoken to my lovely daughter who s going to bring us lunch to share.

I have not been doing to badly on the work front and yesterday I almost completed an article for a journal about family health. It just needs a few more hundred words before I can send it off. I must say a big thank you to a colleague and lovely friend of mine Sharon White who put me in touch with the editor of the magazine. Not only that I have now written about three chapters of my book about children’s mental health. The plan is to publish it as an ebook and to try and find a publisher who will help me to get it printed and available in a hard copy.

Anyway I must hurry up and get on with things as according to my iPad its already nearly 9.15.

Deborah x

Occupational Health

Yesterday I was called to a meeting at Occupational Health. I had to see the same lady doctor who had upset me on the phone a few weeks earlier. It took us about 40 minutes, to get to the place she works from. Apparently she needed to see me to answer a few more questions before she filled in the forms. These forms have to be sent to a panel who decide if I meet the criteria for early retirement due to ill health. This doctor, who I must apologise as I can’t remember her name, was an expert at poor communication. It wasn’t the fact that her foreign accent was difficult to understand, but it was the cold way she interrogated me even when she could plainly see how upset I was. She insisted on reading out word for word the letter she had received from my consultant. Now she had already asked me for what she thought my life expectancy was, previously over the phone. I had told her how Myeloma was a very individual cancer and that no one could tell how long I had to live. The consultant backed this up in his letter. He also went into more detail than he thought was necessary for me to know, about my bone lesions and my probable life expectancy based on an average. Reading this out to me not once but twice was unnecessary and upsetting to say the least. She didn’t ask me anything more than she already asked me over the phone so I cannot see the point of dragging me over there in the first place. Any way as you might imagine this put quite a damper on both mine and Colin’s mood for the rest of the day. Maybe you become an Occupational Health doctor when you are unfit for any other type of medicine? Who knows but one thing for sure is that she should stay away from any job that requires empathy or any kind of understanding of the clients disease.

Today will be a better day. As both Colin and I had decided we will both try to do some work in the mornings as a way of getting back into some sort of routine. If this is to happen I had better rush around as I am already running late. It’s a good job that I have such an understanding boss!

Take it easy

Deborah x