Ho hum

Sitting in the doctor's surgery waiting to be seen. I'm hoping this time he'll let me go back to work. I'm going to be pushing along those lines because frankly I'm getting worried about money. Our plans will make things significantly less expensive for all concerned, but only if we can actually implement them. I can pay all the various costs on my credit card but I'd rather leave it alone. This is becoming very inconvenient. Unfortunately, the other side of this is that when I'm back at work I'll have much less time in which to actually get stuff organised.

Anyway, let's see what happens.

One more...

The doctor has decided, in his wisdom, to give me one more week off work. This means I won’t get as much money for next month after I go back, which is not great, but it also means I get a week in which I can occasionally pop back to Wigan and pick stuff up, which is pretty damn useful.

You know, it’s going to be bloody strange going back to work after all this time. Sort of like going back to school after the summer holidays. After all, I’ve generally been feeling fine for the last few weeks, it’s only when I push it that things go wrong. Was just given an object lesson though... Livi rang and asked what I’d been doing, and I couldn’t remember anything except the very last thing I’d done. That’s not good, is it? Especially when that includes the fact that I’d been to the doctor.

Anyway, that’s me updated for now.