Last bus home on Tuesday from Leeds was uneventful in the end to say the least. No pissed-up olds with wet underwear in their handbags cackling away or dancing in the aisles. Disappointing really.
I about coped with the crowds of other Micky Flanagan fans at the Leeds Arena, many of whom had clearly been propping up the bar in ‘Spoons since teatime. Micky was very funny and I shall not be able to eat an iced Chelsea bun again without a smirk on my face.
Sadly, mingling with the masses seems to have brought on a cold. Lovely. Snotty tissues and lemsips all round.
I did manage to venture to Manc on Thursday for a surprise meet up with the Fam at Altrincham Markets at lunchtime. Thought I ought to make the most of an opportunity to do that kind of thing while I am still off work, particularly as my time in the arena of the unwell is coming to an end. Discussed with doctor on Friday and I will officially be fit for work on a phased return from the 5th June! I’ve had no further counselling but think I could maybe do with some more. I need to arrange a new person to see though I think. My usual lady lives out in the sticks so I’m limited to when Bman can drive me and hang around waiting. When I emailed her to say I couldn’t make it it the other week, I got no reply whatsoever and have heard nothing since. I could be swinging from the ceiling or crumpled on the bathroom floor in a pile of my own chunder clutching an empty bottle of paracetamol for all she knows!
Today I’ve had a meeting with my boss to organise a phased return to work timetable. It looks fair enough on paper but I guess only time will tell how it will work in reality. Everyone at work is being very supportive – possibly out of fear that I’ll either flid out again, burst into tears or I’ll go postal & start taking potshots at people from the school roof like a proper loon.
But hey, at least I didn’t get my meds at the local chemist and realise that the pharmacist was a parent from school or anything… oh hang on!
Could’ve been worse I suppose. I could’ve been collecting Methadone or genital wart cream or something rather than just ‘anxiety’ tablets.
My youngest is at a Wheatus gig tonight & then sleeping out at her friend’s – on a school night no less (because she’s just a teenage dirtbag baby). Naturally I will be unable to sleep until I know she is home, so she better not forget to text me.