Well, at the advice of a counselor and my doctor, they have signed me off work for a couple of weeks, maybe longer. They have diagnose me as suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. No surprise I suppose. That would explain to constant flashbacks and reruns. Whch I am well and truly not enjoying.
As the pace of stress and problems picks up back home, regarding the estate/probate, and other various unplesasnt side effects of trauma, I must say I feel a great sense of relief.
I was nervous baout my job. I know jobs are replaceable, and that you are protected, but I don;t like leaving colleagues in the lurch. Its just me. BUt I decided it was OK to put myself first....and it was a couple false starts to get the certificate, but I finally saw it through today.
Now - time to relax - breathe - remember - forget - etc. Or at least try.
Not going to know what to do with myself, but I sense my brushes and canvases will play a part, long walks on the beach, guitar, baking - just some ME time.
Need to brace myself for whats ahead, regarding the house, which has been put up for sale, has a very early (but very lowball) offer already....means a lot of strategic planning on our part to get belongings and truck into storage, somehow, on a shoestring. Gotta love a challenge.
ALmost blackberry picking time too innit? Maybe a jam session or two.
Heres hoping for some good soul repair the next few weeks. At least the beginning.
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