In the quietest of all places, with still air, it's got that weird summer Sunday afternoon feel about the day. You can catch the odd word of a distant conversation, every bird song within a mile or so, chainsaws, sugar beet harvesters, chickens, the odd car and the occasional USAF fighter jet (oh and that wretched barking dog from Bolton)
It's a sound and a place I am becoming more and more familiar with. The ongoing saga of my dodgy arm, Armageddon, has given me these times, wether I like it or not.
After being signed off by my GP on 1st October, I was expecting to have had things move on apace but I sit here in pretty much the same situation. The ultrasound scan in mid October did at least confirm that my injury was not very pleasant, the arm bone having slid up and through the tendons connecting arm to shoulder, leaving a gaping hole which will need surgical repair. Since then I have been chasing up an appointment with the appropriate consultant, news of which was only confirmed today. My doctor has declared me unfit for work for another month, pending my discussion with the surgeon later in November, with the likelihood of an operation sometime in December. I have no idea of waiting list times or convalescence times post op but it looks very much like I shall be spending many many more days at home waiting for things to improve.
I'm still having painfully painful short sleeps by night, leading to tired meandering walks around the local paths and roads by day. The constant numb pain felt in my upper arm is with me all day and while it isn't particularly overwhelming (till I try and reach for something or pick something up) it is a continual reminder that something ain't right.
There seems little hope of a return to work for me till the new year. There is so much I want to achieve next year already - lots of simple things above all else and that is keeping me focused. I hate these days where nothing has been achieved, other than maybe a nice walk.
The worst thing about my work absence is the genuine feeling that I have dumped an unmanageable, unfair workload on my local colleagues. I kind of miss the discipline of setting daily targets and knocking jobs off. Many people have said I should enjoy this enforced break, but I'd far rather have been able to carry on as before. Not just for the work, but for the biking, fishing, swimming, tinkering and yes, even playing football.
Chin up old son
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