Well, that's that.
Thursday, March 18th, 2004 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanWell, there we are.
The Quack has increased my prescription so that I am now on four different things for my blood pressure - although this additional thingy which I have yet to get is actually for cholesterol. Apparently my cholesterol is actually OK at 5.1 (whatever that means), but Herr Doktor decided to knock it down a bit anyway since I am a smoking fatty with hypertension commensurate with inflating a dirigible. As I've said before, I'm not fat, I'm inflated.
My tale of woe, insomnia, pointless dickey fits, tension and over taxed nerves prompted him to write me a note for two weeks sick leave starting immediately. Although that runs out on 2 April, I am under strict instructions to see him again before I go back to work, so effectively, I am off until the afternoon of the 6th at the earliest. I'm not sure yet what to do with this sudden bonus in free time, although some of it will be used in writing.
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wallabok has already invited me to the wilds of Cambridgeshire where I can get toughed up by my little goddaughter. We'll see; I may well take him up on the offer, but I think I want to spend little time with myself first.
Two weeks is a long time when you've made no plans.
I worked out on the train back that I've had a total of nine sick days in twenty-one years as a civil servant. And now I'm having thirteen and half in a single sitting.
I managed not to say 'I told you so' to my boss when I gave her the medical note.
I think I shall lounge around and listen to a little music now, and then recommence the Search for the Nile, or Operation Dancing Pigmy, Part 3.
The Quack has increased my prescription so that I am now on four different things for my blood pressure - although this additional thingy which I have yet to get is actually for cholesterol. Apparently my cholesterol is actually OK at 5.1 (whatever that means), but Herr Doktor decided to knock it down a bit anyway since I am a smoking fatty with hypertension commensurate with inflating a dirigible. As I've said before, I'm not fat, I'm inflated.
My tale of woe, insomnia, pointless dickey fits, tension and over taxed nerves prompted him to write me a note for two weeks sick leave starting immediately. Although that runs out on 2 April, I am under strict instructions to see him again before I go back to work, so effectively, I am off until the afternoon of the 6th at the earliest. I'm not sure yet what to do with this sudden bonus in free time, although some of it will be used in writing.
My good friend
wallabok has already invited me to the wilds of Cambridgeshire where I can get toughed up by my little goddaughter. We'll see; I may well take him up on the offer, but I think I want to spend little time with myself first.Two weeks is a long time when you've made no plans.
I worked out on the train back that I've had a total of nine sick days in twenty-one years as a civil servant. And now I'm having thirteen and half in a single sitting.
I managed not to say 'I told you so' to my boss when I gave her the medical note.
I think I shall lounge around and listen to a little music now, and then recommence the Search for the Nile, or Operation Dancing Pigmy, Part 3.